Hi. You don´t know me. I´m the guy with the worst job in the world.

What? No. Not that. Not that, either.

I get to watch people die.

Which ones? Every one. Every last one. Every damned one. Every blessed one, too.
Everyone who dies anywhere in the world. About a hundred fifty thousand every day.

Hurry? No, I don´t have to. I have all the time in the world. I´ve been at this job for - Well, a good long time. Scratch that. A very, very BAD long time. A stinking rotten bad time.

This job kicks my ass on my best day. This is not one of those days.

Why? Because I have to. I can´t stop. It´s not just a job, it´s penance. That´s right. I am paying for my sins. This is my damnation.

I don´t know. That´s also part of the punishment. Sometimes I want to know just what it was I did to deserve this so badly -
And sometimes I am scared to death to know and hope to God I will never know. Sometimes I think I would rather do this job forever than having to find out what it was I did.

This is not one of those times. Right now, I´d rather be anywhere than here and have to watch this.

The boy is Rolando. She´s Giulietta. They´ve known each other since age 4 when her family moved in next door to his. They went to school together and they played games during puberty together. Last week he got a steady job, which was what he wanted to have before he could propose.
Today he asked her. Today, of all days.

He asked her and she´s gonna say yes, and for about half an hour they will be the happiest people in the world. Then, he´ll run across the street ahead of her, and because he´s so happy he will be just a little too careless.

That´s where I come in. I am the guy who has to explain to him he´s not going to marry her and that they will not have children together. That they will not be together anymore. That they might never be again. Then, I get to take him to judgment.

Actually, I think he´ll be okay... but that´s when the fun really starts. Because she now has two choices... go on living with her broken heart, or kill herself in the hope she´ll join him in the hereafter. You´d be surprised how many do at that age.

And then she´ll go to Hell. And then she´ll never see him again. And he will know that she is in Hell, while he is in Heaven. So he´ll be in Hell, too.

And there isn´t a goddamned thing I can do about it - but I have to watch anyway.

I said this job kicks my ass every time. Actually it´s worse.
It breaks my heart.

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Seriously, I don't think the image really needs the story, but I did it way back when, so I included it.