For a moment Much stopped moving, or breathing, even. Why the hell was he talking about death, right now? It had felt... natural, almost, to bring it up, but... was it? He really only ever talked about his death when he was joking about it, or on the very rare occasion when he was so upset about it that something slipped out.
Much shoveled a large forkful of food into his mouth to buy him time, but as he chewed, he slowly nodded. "Yeah... yeah lost the first part of last year," he said, after eventually swallowing. "I'd been... leavin' town. Taking a break. Sherriff did it. No one knew bout it till I got back few months down the line. Bit shit, all round."