Max heard nothing but silence for the first time in years. No kids screaming, no teenagers slamming doors, no wife complaining. Just blissful, wonderful silence.
One of the paramedics pried the skewer from his hand, while another tried to stop the blood and goo draining from his ears.
The pain was agonising, but Max enjoyed every second of his last few minutes on Earth, basking in the warm comfort of his permanently muted family home.
This started off as a piece for the Daily Prompt: None, but I went off track somewhere along the line.