The Day Death Went on Vacation

a reupholstered folk tale

What happens when the most hated job in the world goes undone?

When Death decides to take a break… (honestly, the job is thankless and the hours suck)… When death decides to take a break… nobody dies.

At first, it's kind of great.
Until everything starts to rot.
And the heroic becomes completely unnecessary.
And… does anything even mean anything anymore if there’s no end?

This is an old folk tale I reupholstered to pair with Monday’s post about doing the hard thing…
because sometimes the most important jobs are the ones no one wants to do.

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It’s weird. It’s funny. And it might just change how you think about discomfort, endings, and why some hard things are worth doing anyway.

The Day Death Went on Vacation

No one saw Death clock out.
No meeting. No announcement.

Just a sticky note on a scythe that said:

“Gone to Myrtle Beach. Send all emails to Being@work.sux”
—D