Continuing on the topic of assassinations elucidated in my last post, I would not like to go like this:

The Israeli weapons punctured the pavement of the street where Sheik Yassin, a quadriplegic, was being escorted home. Blood spattered the walls of surrounding buildings. "I could not recognize the sheik, only his wheelchair," said one witness, Maher al-Beek.

It's always the last missile that has your name on it...