Image: Tomb of Wayfaring Souls
It had been one of those days, weeks and if truth be known eternity.
Death was run off his deathly feet.
Death knew he’d been around too long when he started to apply human qualities to his behaviours. As if they were anything to aspire to.
The one thing he did chuckle at was his motto, “life will be the death of me.” Of course, on any one day, there were wars being fought, bombs going off, people thinking they were God and shooting each other, and the normal humdrum of people dying because their time was up or they just didn’t see the bus.
Being in so many places at once was taxing, no matter how good you were at your job but upon his return to the office he was confronted by a letter of complaint.
This took him by surprise as letters were not something he received. Most people were beyond the letter writing stage by the time he met them.
He opened the letter, given to him on a silver platter by the secretary Miss Mortuary. She was a solemn and serious woman, efficient and always on task. She was perfect for the job Death always felt as she had no sense of humour and spoke in the most portentous of ways.
The letter was from Casey Rubbic and seven-year child who voiced her concerns over the deaths of her mother and father in a recent car accident. Her complaint was why was Death so greedy in taking both of them, couldn’t he have spared one of them as she now had to grow up without either parent. Now she would be known as an orphan and she didn’t like that idea at all and Death should have a long hard look at himself in future.
Had Death a conscience he may have been moved by the letter. As it was he was more excited to receive a letter more so than by what it said.
No one wrote anything to him. He certainly never received a thank you letter even though he had been aware of a person’s demise being greeted with cheers.
There wasn’t much he could do regarding Casey’s letter. Death itself was a final thing. Very few went back and even less received a reprieve.
He motioned to Miss Mortuary to send a note back. How he had no idea but if the letter arrived then there must be a way to reply and if anyone knew how it was Miss Mortuary.
She penned a short note:
“Sorry to hear about your recent loss. Suck it up and get on with life. You have it for a short time.