John William Waterhouse The Siren

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NO PREMONITIONS? STRANGE DREAMS? MAD OLD SOOTHSAYERS SHOUTING THINGS AT YOU IN THE STREET?
'About what? Dying?'
NO, I SUPPOSE NOT. IT WOULD BE TOO MUCH TO EXPECT, said Death sourly. THEY LEAVE IT ALL TO ME.
'Who do?' said.
'No.'
THEN I SHOULDN'T BOTHER, IF I WERE YOU. Death pulled an hour-glass from the recesses of his dark robe and inspected it closely.
AND NOW I REALLY MUST BE GOING, he said. He turnedsaid Verence, mystified.FATE. DESTINY. ALL THE REST OF THEM. Death laid a hand on the king's shoulder. THE FACT IS, I'M AFRAID, YOU'RE DUE TO BECOME A GHOST.'Oh.' He looked down at his . . . body, which seemed solid enough. Then someone walked through him.DON'T LET IT UPSET YOU.Verence watched his own stiff corpse being carried reverentially from the hall.'I'll try,' he said.GOOD MAN.'I don't think I will be up to all that business with the white sheets and the chains, though,' he said. 'Do I have to walk around moaning and screaming?'Death shrugged. DO YOU WANT TO? he