DEATH'S DILEMMA
WOW: use the title of a Shakespeare play.
The world holds no mysteries to one as old and wise as Death ... or does it?
Disclaimer: does anyone own Death? I don't, that's for sure.
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Death was old, very old.
His experience spanned the timeless of expanse of forever. Century upon century of wisdom accumulated from the tempest of the Universe's broiling infancy through innumerable eons past and present.
His knowledge knew no bounds; the learning of a thousand billion millennia gave him an air of sagacity and erudition that intimidated all who encountered him.
Death knew the secrets of the universe; he held the answers to all the countless mysteries of the ages; he knew all that there was to know.
But he still didn't understand the last film in the Matrix trilogy.
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