[ WP ] Everybody on their 25th birthday receives a letter with details on the date , time , location , and cause of their death . However , when you receive yours , the letter is completely blank .

It started happening before I was born. My grandfather tells me that it started before he was born too. All we know is that, when you reach the age of 25, a letter appears. No one's quite sure how. It just shows up. Some people never open theirs, they're too afraid to know. If you try to throw it away, it'll come back. If you burn or tear it, a new one is sent. 
 
 At first everyone thought it was a prank. Date, time, location and cause of death? How would anybody know such a thing? But then, the first person scheduled to die, did. Hit by the same bus mentioned, on the same street, at the same time, on the same day. Just days later, the second was shot by a mugger. It was becoming clear that this was real. 
 
 Fast-forward to now. My 25th birthday. I have the letter. I've already made my mind up that I'll want to know. But my hands shake as I open the letter. What if I only have a few days left? What if I'm going to die today? I swallow, and take the piece of paper out of the envelope. 
 
 Blank. Both sides, blank. I hold it up against the light. Still nothing. I try to think what else I could do, but it is completely and utterly blank. What could that mean? Am I immortal? Should I already be dead? Is my death alone unfixed? What kind of person gets a blank death letter? 
 
 I walk out to where the rest of my family is gathered. 25th birthdays are usually sombre events, even for those who do n't open their letters. I look at them all uncertainly. My grandfather, who knows that he has days left, although he wo n't tell us how many, shuffles over, and asks, `` Well, want to share?'' 
 
 Numbly, I hand him the envelope with the blank piece of paper in it. He takes it out, and the shock of it gives him a heart attack. As we wait for the ambulance, he slips away. He was the only one of that generation left, and he had celebrated his 100th birthday a month ago. He'd known, for 75 years that he was going to die on this day, at the time he did. He just did n't tell us when, because his letter had given the location'At Your Grandson's 25th Birthday Party'. 
 
 We obviously needed to start preparing for his cremation, but everyone seemed very interested in my blank letter. Nobody came up with any real answers, there was n't even a whisper about blank death letters on the internet. Eventually, one of my cousins who did n't like me very much said that we could test whether I was immortal. 
 
 `` Try it, and I test whether you are.'' I usually would n't have been so snappy, but I'd just received a blank death letter, and my grandfather had just died. I was a little bit shaken up, to say the least. Everyone kept arguing over what we could do. Eventually, I could n't take it anymore, so I made my excuses and left. I walked home, not really paying much attention to my surroundings, and just as I was crossing the road in front of my house, the van hit me. 
 
 As I came to a rest, the death letter which had been knocked out of my jacket, fluttered down onto me, now displaying the number 1.
