[ WP ] You are death . Describe taking the last human life .

It was a very strange thing, the last mind to go. No more stories, no more hums, whistles, or songs. He eased out of existence -- no -- slouched out of existence. It was not as smooth as you would imagine. I've never heard of a peaceful death. Really, I have n't. I have n't conducted one at all. The two are incompatible. 
 
 Death is n't a process. It's a collision. And there he is, a train wreck. I ca n't describe it really, but there was a feeling of coldness. Not in him, but in me. I was unemployed. Who am I to haunt now? With man it was a game. They despised me. They called me `` unnatural.'' With the animals, I am the last step in a natural chain. But with man I am the greatest even. With him I battled. Man alone stood against me. I commend him for that. 
 
 Alas, it was a somber last fight. It was n't a sad thing, but rather a disappointing thing. He died like a candle. First the flame burned and then it smoked. The branches above were weak and broke shortly after. And there he lay, neck chaffed, eyes half-open, and his lips parted, red saliva seeping from the corners. 
 
 I ponder what he thought in his last moments hanging there. Did he think about the blueberry bush down below? Perhaps he admired that squirrel foraging for food beneath him? Maybe he listened to the wind? I do n't know, I could speculate for eons. I have speculated for eons. 
 
 He must have thought that he spit in my face. He probably thought himself a martyr, giving in like that. But no one was there to applaud him. The last man on earth died in silence. Absolute silence. While I quietly smiled. I still won.
