by Belinda Roddie
And the Doctor said, "Yes, he's definitely dead."
And the Nurses all sat down and wept.
And they mourned in their scrubs, gave each other back rubs.
And the rest of their patients still slept.
And the Dead Man was brought to the morgue from his cot.
And the Dead Man turned rigid and gray.
And the Dead Man, he sighed, "It's too bad that I died."
And his Spirit then floated away.
This week's prompt was provided by Kyle Oathout.