Yes - Chapter Twelve
Death
Even at the final moment, the conspiracy has its hooks in people. Death is the final act in life, and doing it with dignity and good timing would, you would think, be the right of every sentient creature. But not so in the conspiracy’s corrupted world. They will have control over life and death thank you very much.
So you can’t chose the method, timing, or reason for your own death. It has to be at the conspiracy’s behest be it in automobile accident, medical malpractice or more usually just the effects of years of crappy, slack-sucking decrepitude and pain.
Afterlife? You didn’t really have a life when you were alive, if there’s an afterlife it’s the echo of the conspiracy’s laughter as you rot and disappear into the ground.
You will have a funeral, of course. All the people you left behind will gather together to be sad at each other, reinforce all their conspiracy fuck-witted, copied, stupid, traditional mistakes. They’ll stop and ponder how you should live life for today, then go home early so they can get to work in the morning.
If you’d done something then people might talk about you for years. I mean something different of course, not just copied everyone else’s stupidity. Being the same stupid as everyone else isn’t noteworthy. You should have been a different kind of stupid, or maybe even a different kind of clever. You should have broken the conspiracy bonds and escaped. “Remember when she took the kids to school that day, and then went to work, and then came home and slept, exhausted, in front of the telly?” isn’t something people will ever actually say. “Remember when he stripped naked to protest the school swearing ban and then went home with that passing traffic cop” might be.
The conspiracy will live on, probably getting stronger. You might take comfort in that, after all you worked for it all your life. It would be kinda like taking comfort in building an indestructible, inescapable prison and locking yourself and all mankind into it though.
However the dead feel no comfort, and the conspiracy, as always, has won.