I’ve always knew that death would come. Don’t know where, don’t know when. Death always looms over everyone and I know my time has come. It’s fine, I lived a full life, I’m one of the few to meet their great great grandchildren. They knew I was gonna to pass so they stayed by my side. At the end that when I saw death.I could barely move, I could barely speak. Death reached into his cloak and pull out not his Scythe, but a pocket-watch. He presented it to me it was no different than any other watch I’ve seen, always moving. Death pressed the top of the watch, the hands stop moving and I stop feeling pain. He hold out his hand, I’m guessing that I have five minutes. -- Anon Guest
"What's going on, you calcerous bastard?" I fumed. "You could have come any time since I was locked in, but no-o-o-o... Do you have any idea how painful it is when the nurses decide to slack off on turning a body?"
"NOT REALLY," said Death. "THINK OF THIS AS A FORM OF APOLOGY."
"Sorry I'm late, have five minutes to unmuddle the mess your relatives made while you were incapacitated, sort of thing?"
"FOUR MINUTES," said Death. "BEST NOT TO WASTE ANY MORE TIME."
Right. I called my lawyer's bedside phone from the one supplied by the hospital. I'd heard everything whilst the greedy graspers of the family. While waiting for it to go through, I fired up the smartphone that was my last gift before it all went bad and set it up to record me.
"Listen, Bernie, I don't have much time. I want you to edit the hell out of my will, leave everyone a single penny except for Candace. She gets the lot." Candace was always the one who fretted about my comfort, bless her. The only one who didn't badger Bernie about the contents of the will. The only one who sat to tell me about all the infighting going on in the family. The only one who cared.
"Get it done and get it over here for a real signature pronto. I know damn well you've been forging my signature for years you embezzling hack." I covered up the mouthpiece and said, "Will I have time to sign it? Give everyone what they deserve?"
Death appeared to listen to something I could only see as a glimmer in the air. "YOU WILL NOW," said Death. "I UNDERSTAND SOME THINGS TAKE TIME."
I had it on film - well, binary records on the cloud - that I was the first one in a decade who had signed my will.
"Good," I said. "All sorted. Thank you."
Death pressed the top of the watch again, and without much fuss, I died.
You expect those bony hands to be cold. Maybe they are to mortals. I couldn't tell. "You're not usually in favour of justice. Why me and why now?"
"ALL YOUR LIFE YOU BELIEVED IN JUSTICE," said Death. "YOU HAD A HAND IN HELPING HER LIVE."
"So it's true? Believe hard enough and work at it and some things... become?"
"YES," Death lead me away to whatever was next. "AS IT HAPPENS, JUSTICE BELIEVES IN YOU."
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