‘I remember,’ said The Roman to Death, ‘thinking that “I bet the bloody wife is right” when I spoke to Decimus last night.’
‘Is that so dear?’ replied Death
‘Well I would have expected this from Brutus and Cassius, but Decimus too? Fair enough the young chap is nearly 20 years younger than me, 36 I think, but, he was one of my trusted few!’
‘That is generally the case dear,’ said Death as she severed The Roman’s necrobilical cord with her spectacularly sharp set of secateurs.
A quizzical look fell across The Roman’s face. ‘Hang on, are you Death?’
‘But you look like my Grandma?’
‘I’m everyone’s Grandma,’ she replied, and vanished with a pop.
‘Hmmm,’ thought The Roman, ‘it’s getting pretty warm in here.’ And indeed it did, Hell is like that.
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