**AITA for Faking My Own Death During the Solar Eclipse Just to Get a Few Hours of Peace and Quiet?**

AITA for faking my own death during the solar eclipse just to get a few hours of peace and quiet?

Right, so I’m in the path of totality, right? The big one. My entire street is having a “cosmic block party” – garbage music from eight different speakers, Karen from next door is handing out “eclipse-appropriate” kale chips, and Kevin is explaining the “spiritual resonance” of the moon’s shadow to anyone who will listen.

I’m over it. So, I wait for the 4 minutes of darkness. As soon as the diamond ring effect hits, I dramatically clutch my chest, let out a guttural “NOOOO! THE LIGHT! IT’S… TAKING… MEEEE!”, and collapse face-first into my hydrangea bush.

Absolute silence. Then, screaming. Kevin thinks I was “consumed by the shadow entity” because he left his “chakra window” open. The party breaks up. The cops come. By the time the sun is fully back, my wife is crying on the phone to my mother, and my boss (who I hate) is already drafting a “gone but not forgotten” LinkedIn post.

I finally get up, brush off the leaves, and say, “Wow, what a crazy optical illusion of the corona! Totally had me going!”

TL;DR: The eclipse was the perfect murder. Of my social obligations. My wife says I’m a narcissistic toddler. AITA for creating a brief micro-drama that shut up the whole neighborhood?