One crisp, sunny morning, Bono decided to leave his council flat and walk to the local corner shop to buy a copy of The Star and a bag of Prawn Cocktail crisps. Sadly, as he crossed the road between his flat and the shop, he was hit by a bus. The impact threw young Bono across the street and through the window of the corner shop. "Christ!" yelled Mr Patel the shopkeeper. "A copy of The Star and a bag of Prawn Cocktail crisps, please" whispered Bono, blood trickling from his Irish mouth. Then he died.