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"Stupid deaths, stupid deaths: they're funny, 'cause they're true
Stupid deaths, stupid deaths: hope next time, it's not you!"
He had been chanting that same mantra over and over again for as long as he could remember. He had also sat there in that booth surrounded by his skeletal judges for as long as he could remember, reviewing the deaths of all of those who crossed the veil (Which was, unavoidably, everyone who came to walk the earth in the first place). At first it was somewhat interesting, in a morbid way, listening to whatever story each and every person had to tell of their demise. It was a little strange, he thought, how calm they could be about it. He'd never forget how surprised he was when he first heard someone describe their horrible death in excruciating detail as casually as they might discuss the weather. He supposed once you realised you no longer had to worry about the overhanging threat of death,