An underappreciated aspect of the original Dracula story is that the way he goes out is basically, “And this is how we do things in Texas.”

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I saw the Count lying within the box upon the earth, some of which the rude falling from the cart had scattered over him. He was deathly pale, just like a waxen image, and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew too well.

As I looked, the eyes saw the sinking sun, and the look of hate in them turned to triumph.

But, on the instant, came the sweep and flash of Jonathan’s great knife. I shrieked as I saw it shear through the throat; whilst at the same moment Mr. Morris’s bowie knife plunged into the heart. And a voice rang out across the sky: “KUKRI AND BOWIE COMBO MOVE, MOTHERFUUUCKER!”

— Bram Stoker, more or less