[ WP ] The Make-A-Curse Foundation grants evil services short of murder for terminally ill adults . ( x-post from r/AskReddit )

You know you're never really warned how much dying sucks. The constant pain you're always in often pales in comparison when you're faced with your family having to come to terms with the reality of the situation. Of course you lie, you tell them you're feeling better than yesterday. Rarely true, you just get more and more bitter. Resentment becomes a drug, it does n't matter what it's aimed at either. 
 
 So you could only imagine my glee when a strange figure visited me in the middle of the night. I thought it was death at first, a welcome guest at this point in my treatment. I mean a trench coated stranger walks into your hospital room at 3 A.M you start to wonder. I was wrong of course, he was n't human however. I could tell from his hands, when he took mine in his grasp to explain the situation, they were unnaturally cold for how thick they felt. He never gave me his full name either, just said that we would meet again. 
 
 He explained to me what his line of work entailed. He was part of an organization called the `` Make-A-Curse'' foundation, their goal was to grant the request of bitter and terminally ill adults. He went on further to explain the contract and how they made certain things a possibility. He used examples of hauntings and objects cursed by their services at the request of an individual to better explain what they do. Those people often were n't very ill nor bitter, they qualified only for a specific amount of their funds. He then leaned in close to me and smiled, I had n't noticed until now that I could n't make out his face. It seemed to be permanently set in shadow and seeing his teeth breaking through seemed so unnatural. 
 
 It sent a shiver down my spine but I remained attentive to the thing's proposal. He told me I was a special client, that'they' had dispatched him specifically for my case. He argued that I was their most bitter and painfully ill client they'd ever seen. He then explained that I had the entire foundations funds at my disposal, that any curse I wished for would come true. I turned in my hospital bed to look out the window, pretending to absorb the information. I already knew what I wanted, I wanted to watch the world slowly, painfully crumble. Just like I am, I want the world deal with the agony of having to look into one another's eyes and tell them'it'll be alright' or'it's not that bad today, tomorrow will be better.' I want them to feel the hurt of lying to yourself that everything is ok. 
 
 The thing put it's hand on my shoulder, `` You are the most excellent choice we have ever made.'' I looked over, it was smiling again. `` Your curse will be carried out, we will extend your life long enough for you to be able to see it begin. We do look forward to seeing you again soon.'' With that, the thing got up and left the room. That was 7 months ago, I only had a week to live according to doctors when he visited. Today is September 11th, 2001, I woke up to the TV blaring on about some attack on freedom and a small smile formed across my lips as I felt my last breath escaping me. 
 
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