[ WP ] “ …in this world nothing can be said to be certain , except taxes . ”

`` And death.'' I said, finishing the old cliche for the elderly woman. She had been digging in a file folder for the paper work, but then stopped. She leveled grey eyes at me and gave me a very heavy look. The sort of look you get from your grandmother when she finds out you've been slipping sips of whiskey since you were ten. 
 
 `` Excuse me?'' she asked, but it was n't really a question. I mean, there was a questioning tone, but there was also *that* tone. The one that was trying to give you a chance to not say something extremely stupid. 
 
 Which is exactly what I did. `` And death. It's the old saying, you know...'' I withered beneath the Stare. 
 
 `` Sir, we take our taxes very serious in these part. Death, however, did *not* fit in with that. How's a person to pay taxes if they are dead? No, could n't be had. Could n't. So, sometime ago mind you, we had it done away with. As part of your immigration inoculation we include a vaccine against death, in any form.'' The old woman began digging for the paperwork again, clearly having settled what she took to be an idiotic line of thinking. 
 
 Before I could stop it the next question was out. `` But do n't vaccines cause Autism? ``, and that's how I became to first person to die in one hundred years on the planet Libertas. They denied me the rights to immigrate and further more deemed me entirely too much of a smart-ass to live. They cremated me and had my ashes dumped rather unceremoniously in a landfill somewhere. But hey, I'm certainly not paying the taxes. 
 
 Now being a ghost? While it's not a certainty it certainly has been fun so far, but that's a story for another time...
