I know that a lot of games have death and treat it nonchalantly, but sometimes you really have that one character that you just remember snuffing out.
For me it would have to be pic related from that shitty dog game. I mean, just imagine for a moment what it's like being in a giant metal can after a horny dog farted on you, then watching a bunch of bloody metal saws slowly pierce through the tin shield as they horrible sparks and shrapnel rain down on your frilly little granny dress as the spinning steel lowers itself towards you, and all you can do is scream while a cold robotic voice just hums "slicing," while you feel the skin of your own mammaries get rown from your rib as they're shredded before your very eyes and tossed about what little bit of the metal coffin surrounds you, "Dicing," you think you hear, if it weren't for your senses drowning in your own butchering, with your screaming failing to stop your muscles from being crusted and parted by some blade as cold and dead as you with, in a machine so dark that you know will be a silent release for your soul unless there is, in fact, a hell that you don't doubt being greeted by with some cheap metal smashing what few intact bones you have left. All the more you can't help but watch the saws come down and hiss, splattering your own blood over your eyes as your stomach gets opened up and minced, your chest now a crater or gore, with your own lungs visible in the corner of your eyes as the Big Machine continues to smash and crust your carcass, working its way towards an overworked heart about to collapse on itself from panic as the voice greets you out of this world. "Mashing." You finally feel the pain overtake you. Your screaming stops, and the saws continue to lower. You know you will never wake up, and your legacy is over. You never married. Evolutionary-wise, you have failed, and your business will now crumble. You have no family to mourn you, and no employees beyond the shipping contractor to discover what happened. You feel your mind slip into the abyss knowing that you have failed in every sense of the word, and there is no longer anything you can do about the life you chose not to fulfill. You are ending. Your existence is over. Miss Peaches will no longer exist. Miss Peaches is nothing.
"Miss Peaches…"
"Is…"
"Cat food."