[ WP ] Death shows up to your twin 's funeral , and declares he has made a mistake ; He was supposed to take you instead .

I was staring at the casket when I realized only one other person in the room was moving. 
 
 Not moving around, moving in general. Everyone else was still and silent as stone. Lisa's vacant stare was about the same, I guess. 
 
 `` Greg?'' I asked. He was that only other person moving in the room. He walked over and sat next to me. 
 
 `` Do n't panic,'' He said. 
 
 `` It's hard not to.'' I replied. 
 
 `` No one is actually frozen,'' he said. `` You've actually had a minor heart attack. You're slumped in your chair, people might think you are napping from exhaustion.'' 
 
 `` What are you doing here, Greg?'' 
 
 `` Paying my respects. Maybe righting a wrong. But that's up to you.'' 
 
 `` You died two years ago.'' 
 
 `` Ah, yes. I'm not Greg.'' 
 
 `` Wait, did you say I had a heart attack?'' 
 
 `` Yes, a minor one. You are dead. But it should n't affect your body too much. You'll be dead no longer than 20 seconds. Plenty of time to make your decision.'' He offered a pleasant smile you would have never seen on Greg's face. 
 
 `` Ok.'' I said. 
 
 `` You always did accept the situation so quickly,'' Greg said. `` So you already know I'm not Greg. I am Death. I've taken this form to keep you calm, blah blah blah...'' 
 
 `` Yeah, if I'm dead I ca n't make a scene, so why bother keeping me calm?'' 
 
 `` Exactly! I mean I could do the whole skull and robes thing, but this is business. I need you to accept things as they are right now, without the existentialist crisis. We might have plenty of time for that later. I'll cut right to the chase.'' 
 
 `` Sure.'' 
 
 `` I know you miss your brother, and I have good news. It, literally, should have been you.'' 
 
 `` Wow.'' I said. `` How do you make a mistake like that?'' 
 
 `` Well,'' Death sighed. `` It's the nature of existence. See, by design things are supposed to be chaotic. If everything in existence always performed perfectly there could be no chaos. Any existent being is programmed to make mistakes.'' 
 
 `` So you are saying it's your fault, but not your fault?'' 
 
 `` Yes, I'm glad you get it. Anyway. I'm giving you the option to help make things right.'' 
 
 `` You can bring my brother back?'' 
 
 `` In a way,'' Death said. `` I ca n't re-animate the dead. My purpose is to shepherd their consciousness to the afterlife. That said, I do have the ability to bring his consciousness into your body.'' 
 
 `` Wow, how often do you do that?'' 
 
 `` Well,'' Death made a face like he was calculating in his head. `` It only works for twins and I so rarely screw up like this that it is n't that often. Still, I can do it.'' 
 
 `` What happens to me?'' I asked, figuring I already knew the answer. 
 
 `` You and I go to the afterlife. And you get to see me in whatever form you want for the trip.'' 
 
 `` So I die.'' 
 
 `` As you were meant to, and your brother gets to live.'' 
 
 I thought about all our years together. Covering for each other's shenanigans growing up, looking out for each other in school. Punching each other in the kidneys. Good family times. And now I had the power to bring him back. 
 
 `` So,'' Death said, waiting for the word. `` What do you say?'' 
 
 `` Go fuck yourself.'' 
 
 `` It's eerie,'' Lisa's voice. `` Seeing him there and you there. It's like that cat.''
