УМЕРЕТЬ ЛЕГЧЕ. The man is going to die no matter what, but wonders if being dropped from a building would be the easier way to go.

Ага, я приблизительно так и думала.

A man is being hung by his feet from the top of a sixteen-story building.

He tried to evade his pursuer but could not. The pursuer was like a ghost who would magically appear no matter where the man tried to hide. And it is in moments like these that men experience clarity in their life.

The dangling man knows he will die soon. And, still, he refuses to admit to the ghost that he had anything to do with the crime. After all, he was ordered to do so by a man no one dares to cross, for fear you will end up in a situation like the one he is now. Fearing for his life. He did not cross his employer, though. He simply made a mistake. Last night when he was three sheets to the wind, he may have been bragging about a job he did recently in Britain.

It was an easy job, kill a man who was hunting and make it look like a suicide. No one in the pub was surprised. The types that gathered at this establishment were all criminals of one form or another, but he’d gotten a big payday and it made him feel a few notches above the rest.

“Tell me who hired you,” the ghost yells at him, threatening to let go.

The man shakes his head. If he tells, he will die—either by this man’s hand or his employer’s, and he’d much rather get dropped off this building than face what his employer would do to him. He should know. He’s fulfilled numerous contracts with explicit instructions for a slow, painful death. Or worse, making them watch their families die first.

“If you tell me, I’ll keep you safe,” the ghost offers.

“Nowhere is safe from him!”

“Just give me his name. Atone for what you’ve done.”

The man considers this. Would telling the ghost allow him to end up better in eternity?

Aha, now it all makes sense. Context is everything :)
Thanks, Uly!

No problem. Your instincts were correct!