Now, here's an example of a poetic death that's actually mostly accidental. See, Jaime and Cersei decide together that they will poison Lady Olenna. Her death will be painless. What they don't know is that she is the one who poisons Joffrey on the day he marries Margaery. Once Jaime assures her that she will not suffer as she dies, she drops the ultimate final bomb. "I'd hate to die like your son," Olenna tells Jaime. "Clawing at my neck, foam and bile spilling from my mouth, eyes blood-red, skin purple. Must have been horrible for you, as a King's Guard and a father. It was horrible enough for me. A shocking scene, not at all what I intended. You see, I'd never seen the poison work before. Tell Cersei, I want her to know it was me." How's that for having the last word?
