Death of the Reprobate

Thus the heavens and the earth were completed in all their vast array. By the seventh day God had finished the work he had been doing; so on the seventh day he rested.

“Did you have a nice week?” asked Mrs God.

“No.” Replied God. “I have birthed another pitifully substandard world. Destined, no doubt, to spiral over millennia into a violent capitalist nightmare, just like all the rest of them.”

“Never mind,” said Mrs God. “Chicken pie for dinner!”

Story

Immortal John is dying. As his last surviving heir, you have been summoned to hear his dying wish. Will he as