WRITER: The Death Test 

(Death's realm. DEATH makes a rope by tying shreds of red cloth together. He ties the knots so tight, so fast, so maliciously that he could break a neck if it were caught between the pieces of rope)


To conquering Death? Me? Death? Arrogant, self-centered, defiant newlyweds. So drunk with love they dare challenge me? And at their wedding?! They invited a good three hundred and twenty-seven people to their wedding—and all three hundred and twenty-seven of them raised their glasses in defiance to me. I overheard an engaged couple saying they would write similar vows of their own. Elderly couples swooned and said "Oh, isn't that romantic?" The bridesmaids cried because no man had ever said anything like to them. Even the children who were barly walking were laughing at me because "if Death were so strong, how come love can defeat it?" Those children are growing up believing they're immune to me! It's time an example was made. And who better than they who dared to think their love strong enough to shield my wrath. The husband and wife, Decessus and Virtus. No, I can't kill anyone before it's their time. I can, however, do something considerably worse. 

(DEATH takes his completed rope, and uses it to divide the stage in half)

It's all about understanding separation, isolation. Loneliness. Decessus and Virtus will confess I am stronger than their love, or they will suffer the ultimate separation. (motioning to SL) On one side, we have the world of the living. When the living die, they pass to the afterlife—that wonderful place where they'll spend the rest of eternity. Though I am Death, I do not live in the afterlife (motioning SR). On the other side we have my kingdom, my realm. Death's realm. Now, with my permission—and with my permission only—the living may enter my realm. And, while I cannot kill someone, I can out-wait them. All life expires, and if life expires in Death's realm, the soul cannot move into the afterlife. So I could make the husband comfortable and isolated in my realm, while his wife, Virtus, will be distraught, separated from her husband. She will feel so . . . lonely, so defeated, I'm sure she will take her own life in an attempt to follow her husband—but, when she dies, she will pass into the afterlife where her husband cannot follow her. This is the horrible fate that awaits them unless they take their wedding vows back! No one can outmatch Death. No one

© Makrenna Sterdan 2017