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Yes, we cry blood; some stories get that part right. We can also die. There is no special way to kill us, no magical ritual or special tactics needed. We heal frighteningly fast, but if something kills us quickly enough, we don't have time to repair ourselves. That's why we're usually dispatched with a strike to the heart or blow to the head. Fire also does a number on us, overwhelming our systems so thoroughly that we don't know how to fix it. Sunlight won't kill us, but it does, like Stoker said, take our powers away. Also, when we do meet our final curtain, we don't become dust, or revert to our “true” age, or burst into flames. Nothing fantastic and cinematic-like that occurs at all. We

Kevin’s face turned pale, “No… no way. She can’t be dead. The police said that… Rhea was killed at the park a few minutes ago, she's dead.” "W... What?"

He was also crying but he still put me first because I felt like I was going to faint from what I witnessed. Just like in my dream. It is true that Don Jose is dead. His body was so decomposed that we buried him without opening the coffin. Just like papa, we will also cremate Don Jose's body. All relatives and acquaintances of Don Jose attended. Almost all the townspeople sympathized with the loss of Don Jose. Even so, security is still tight at the Mansion because Beth has not been caught yet.

"She couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. When I saw that... it scared me... I wanted to call a doctor, an ambulance, someone to help. She called me over, to-told me to sit down and listen carefully. She said she wanted me to promise her something before she goes..." Damien let out a sigh and wiped his tears. Ashleigh could feel tears building up in her eyes too. "She said I should promise to move on and continue being a good man... promise to live life to the fullest and not let anything stop me from doing so... be it sickness, be it poverty, be it loss, I should take it all as it comes. "I promised her I would then she... sh-she closed her eyes a-a-and that was it. She just... died...

"She was declared dead by the hospital four days ago. And you're only finding out now?" The room fell deathly silent. Everyone stood frozen as if struck by lightning. David's eyes widened, staring at the photo on the screen. "You must be mistaken. How could she be declared dead so suddenly?" He grabbed the officer's arm as his voice trembled. The officer impatiently shook him off. "The systems are connected. There's no mistake. She passed away in a hospital just a few kilometers from your house. Four days ago. Aren't you her husband? Why are you only looking for her now?"

Amy said as she got up. She extended her hand, and Jane handed her the tablet again. She stared at the picture of Mr. J again and touched it gently. “His death is approaching nearer..."

“Miss Sanders, do you think that when someone dies, they disappear completely? That all of their struggles are finally over?” Sarah took a moment to carefully choose her words before responding, her voice soft yet firm. “Where did you get the idea that death equals relief?” “Everyone says so. The internet too…” the student murmured. Sarah’s voice remained soft, but there was a firm steadiness beneath it. “No one has ever experienced death and come back to tell us about it. The dead don’t speak. If no one can describe what happens after we die, then death is an unknown—like Schrödinger’s cat. Until the mystery is revealed, no one knows the answer. And once it is, who can say whether the cat i

He’s dead. Simple.