They couldn't even hear it anymore...the usual beeps and buzzes of the hospital room din had long entered the back of their consciousnesses. The one thing on their minds, hearts, and souls was the palpability of his unseen presence. He presided over the moment...and that moment was her death....and his name was Death. Which form did he take? The reaper, Shiva, Yama, Hel? It didn't matter really...maybe it was Oppenheimer with the famous words of the Bhagavad Gita on his lips, "Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
