134: Visitation

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"JACOB KAZDY, YOUR TIME HAS COME."

He had expected dying. His doctors told him the cancer was going to win in the end, and he made his peace. He was ready.

He hadn't expected to actually meet Death, but there he was, larger than life, skeletal and black robed, holding a... wait.

"Is that a wicker basket?" Death sighed, a sound like wind moving through winter trees.

"THIS IS A CORNUCOPIA, SYMBOLIC OF LIFE AND FERTILITY. YOU WILL NOTICE IT IS EMPTY."

"Where's your scythe?"

"BUDGET CUTS," Death said, and whacked Jacob with the cornucopia, a bit harder than necessary.

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