9. He finds peace.
1834. Aaron had a stroke. He was bedridden for the rest of his time, immobile.
Charles visited him from time to time, and those short visits are what gave him strength to keep on waking up.
However, he just feels so tired. He just wants to fall asleep and never wake up...
His second wife orders a divorce, and he grants it. She was still young, she didn't need someone like him to hold her down.
It was during the evening in 1836 when his friend, Reverend P.J. Van Pelt, paid him a visit.
Through his life, Aaron had never been a religious man. He just couldn't believe in a greater deity that was just and merciful. After losing his family, he couldn't imagine there being a savior.
And because of this, the Reverend came to try to persuade him to state the existence of a God.
"Aaron," the Reverend sighed, "our existence is more than enough proof to show a greater, more divine figure. Why are you so keen to not believe?"
"I do believe. However," Aaron Burr smiled faintly, and whispered, "on that subject, I am coy."
And the smile remained on his face as life left his body, and death took one last person.
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