The mayor met with the coroner
On the morn, after the night.
"Dear Coroner! I've heard the most distressing news!
It seems one out of one people die!"
The coroner frowned, glancing almost guiltily at the casket next to him.
"It's true, Mr. Mayor, but I'm afraid I can't do much about it.
I bury people. I don't raise them from the dead."
The mayor's eyes on the mayor's head stretched like the ripples from a raindrop.
"But coroner! Can't you prevent them from dying?"
The corner frowned, sadly, regretfully, like he had just killed a kitten.
"I'm afraid not.
Even if I could, wouldn't that put me out of a job?"
The mayor quirked his head like a dial on a clock.
"I suppose you're right, Coroner.
We'll just have to let them die as usual."
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