Rats.
I already had a scene running through my mind wherein, after your brother’s “unfortunate” and “unanticipated” death at a too-early age, your mother sadly drives the truck into town for an appointment with the country lawyer with whom she’s gone to the same church for a half century. Probably some Cash music playing (quietly, as though coming from the radio) as she pulls up to the curb and walks into his office at the sole intersection. Lawyer pulls the will out of a safe behind his desk, regretfully lights a cigarette, and then informs her she’s been completely cut out of the estate in favor of someone whose name is - entirely unbelievably and yet there it is in black and white, over and over in the document - “Radio Zero.”
She’s sobbing uncontrollably as the scene cuts to you oiling Daddy’s rifle to something by the Clash. “Guns of Brixton,” maybe, maybe too obvious. Lemme think on it.
EDIT. Town without pity/town called Malice.