Lyle Musgrave had too many problems to make a list or even prioritize which was worst; he was faced with his own mortality, literally. The Reaper explained the mix-up, although obviously vague about what details were mixed up, and bid Lyle adieu grimly promising to see him later. For approximately two weeks Lyle hesitated to go anywhere or do anything; he even tried switching to an all-liquid diet. The two-ish weeks ended one morning when he woke up, stepped out of bed, and immediately tripped and fell face first to the floor, narrowly missing the corner of a desk. His death was predetermined, he couldn’t stop it from happening, and it could have happened right then – LIGHTS OUT. It didn’t. He lived his life happy and without fear from that day until an unstated unit of time later when he was visiting his now-adult grandchild in her apartment, sitting on his old couch, the two enjoying a special sandwich he had made in her honor.
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