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Dead's Sign

When a man is born, his death is born with him.
Like a man changes as he grows, death has different form for each of us.

They choose the time and way of death depending on their taste and preference.
Death is special, every single one of them.

My Death was a kind one. Heart attack isn't really a bad choice.
Except he was an asshole who leaves X mark on my eyes.