You feel weak. You feel like you are dying! You stoop as you walk slowly to a park bench in the cemetery. Black horses are pulling a black coach hearse approaching you down the street. You plan to flag it down and ask them to call 911 for you. But you slump against the bench and low off. You are dead by the time the coach pulls up to you. The driver, a pasty faced swollen looking Man picks you up and casts you into the open coffin. You are taking to your already dug new home.
The End