They smile at the obituary page. They see those passing on through the eyes of those forced to stay here without them. Those that ask why are clearly not enlightened to the grand scheme. Those that quell the saddened with phrases like "it was his time" or "God has a plan" are considered idiot savants. They know but they do not understand.
Most people have the doubt about everything happening in its time. They want to believe death happens for a reason, but it becomes difficult when it happens to the healthy. To the strong. To the young. They expect it from the old and from the terminal and can not accept when it's horrific and man made.
They can not understand that everyone has a due date stamped into the back of their heads. A time when your earthly voyage is done. Everyone fights it, but they all must succumb to it no matter how great the fight. There is no escaping us. We are everything. We are everywhere.
We have been tasked with a job and we are never failing. We are ever performing. We are clutch in your definition. We always play to win and we never lose. Our numbers may not be as great since the due dates have been extended. Most of our numbers have been laid off and moved onto positions in middle management redirecting the recent term finishers.
We came into a rough patch a few years back and were forced to use some temporary workers. Most were experienced and previous stampers. Some came from other life collection areas such as inceptors and planners. Sadly, we were one short and had to rely on one of the laborers in the entertainment wing. His name was Cyrus and he is why we have an unstamped roaming free.
He is why you are here.
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