Once a week I get a visit from the Deaths
Which is to say, it’s not a single figure but several.
I never count them
There is a Death for every person I know plus a Death for every person I might know plus a Death for every version of myself that might exist.
That’s a lot of Deaths.
It’s not like the room is that big.
I don’t live in a fuckin mansion.
When it gets too crowded some go out to the kitchen and help themselves to the fridge. There’s always some cheese available.
I think they chat between themselves too, though I can never make out what they are saying.
I usually go take a shower at some point and when I return they are gone
Off to the shower then