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For Bree, life is controlled by her fear of death. For Eight Ball, his new job working for his father at Henderson's Morgue has taken over everything he knows. *This is pretty much my version of how the Fault in Our Stars should have ended **Based on a prompt a friend gave me for a story of "Henderson's Morgue, you stab 'em, we slab 'em. This is Eight Ball speaking". This prompt was something to say to every wrong number that calls your phone, and I thought it would make a good story