what should the aftermath be, if you were murdered at your favorite stripclub

There would be uncomfortable convos in my household.

I'm safe because I'm a day guy. We all know from Shadowcat's postings that bad things only happen after 2am. :)

ICE agents would be trying to arrest the Latina stripper giving me a lap dance. They would murder me for not letting go of her. In the aftermath, ICE agents should all be reassigned to cleaning strip club bathrooms and couch room jiz stains.

Life goes on.

You’ll be buried or cremated.

And life (and the club you were killed in) goes on.

If Muddy got murdered in a strip club, it would reopen under the name of Muddy's Last Dance.

That would be the worst. At my funeral people asking “how did Shailynn die?” and my wife would have to say “he got murdered in a strip club.” I guess she could say “he was writing a book and was there for research purposes.”

The thought of having a fatal MI in the private dance room has gone through my mind a few times. The clubs I go to might have ‘fixers’ that would put me behind the wheel of my car a few more miles into the hood.

Wife would be bummed. Kids and friends more than a little surprised 😮

Wouldn't happen. I wouldn't go to a club in a shitty area where I have to worry about that sorta thing, and even then I'd only go in broad daylight where I can see what's going on right in front of me and see what's about to go down for I can get the fuck outta there before I become a possible casualty.

The club would probably lose its license. In the two areas that I club the most, authorities are looking for excuses to shutdown clubs

I’m honestly more worried about getting busted in a raid with my pants down in the VIP. At least getting murdered I wouldn’t have to deal with the aftermath. I’m pretty sure my wife would prefer that too since she would get 100% of my estate plus life insurance, and a bit of sympathy from the community. Getting busted would be embarrassing, likely ruin my business, and my wife would only get half of my estate after she divorces me.

This is a great topic to dwell on and I guess it’s why I have guilt attending, knowing odds are increased slightly when entering such establishments. I guess if something bad were to happen we’re old enough to know better.

I have a colorful shirt I've often worn in clubs. It got many compliments from strippers. Maybe, after cutting out the blood-soaked parts, there would be enough cloth left to make a string bikini.

I’m dead, so it doesn’t matter.

@ilbbaicnl. they won't give you the kindness/dignity of a bloody hero's death. If you pass in a club, it will be from a poison that causes you to lose control of your bodily functions.

If a little bit of consciousness still exists after death (I have no clue if that’s true or not), then I’ll probably spend it trying to guess who will pickpocket me first—patrons, strippers, or management?

My friends and family would probably say "he had it comin."

OK then cut out he part of the shirt with poop stains.

nicespice's dog would just kill everybody, to make sure the culprit didn't get away with it.

"He was always such a nice, quiet guy, kept to himself. Who'd've expected him to... oh, wait. He's the one who got killed. Okay. In a strip club? Seriously? Nah. Can't see that..."

And now we know why dancers really prefer you pay in advance

@PhantomGeek LMAO

If someone in club management had seen Fried Green Tomatoes, and didn't want to explain a murder to the liquor license board, people would assume I'd disappeared to Cuba, drawn inexorable to the mother lode of hot cubanas.