A world where people have the ability to respawn right after they die , but ...

Death! The rumor was electric. A true, permanent death. Could their cursed, unbearable existence truly be over? Bob needed to find out for sure. He pushed through the endless crowd, cramped shoulder-to-shoulder, as always. He spotted a water distribution station ahead and shoved his way in that direction. Normally disrupting the walkway would be unthinkable, but today as he pushed past face after face none of them seemed to even notice. Today, they all had one communal distraction, death. 
 
 Bob broke through the line of people waiting for their turn to drink and latched onto a lamp protruding from the wall. With all of his strength he tore it loose. The cold, heavy weight of the lamp felt good in his hands, it would do. He raised it above his head and brought it down on the closest skull. A sharp crack, a splash of blood, a dull thud, and he waited. The nearby crowd was silent, all focusing on the body, on the eyes. It should have happened by now. There was still no glow. How long do they wait? 
 
 `` It's real,'' whispered a nameless voice in the crowd. `` It's real! He's dead!'' The crowd erupted in cheers. After centuries of monotony Bob felt a swell of emotion rise in his chest. The joy drowned out all rational thought, tears poured from his eyes. He raised the lamp again and smashed it against the forehead of the woman to his right. More cheers. 
 
 It was over. It was all finally over. 
 
 
 
 

