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Title: He died
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oldwickedsongs
Characters: Arnold Rothstein, Rube Sofer mentions of Carolyn
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1636
Summary: A Dead Like Me/Boardwalk Empire crossover. If you don’t know the show- I highly suggest you watch it. It’s brilliant and underrated. Basically, there is a Reaper at everyone’s death who had to claim the soul and somehow convince them to go on their way. It's Rothstein's misfortune he got the Jewish mobster Reaper.
Warnings: Character death (again) and one Yiddish word. Goy means “Gentile”
( When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He’s written ‘He dies.’ That’s all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is ‘He dies.’ It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with ‘He dies.’ And yet every time I read those two words I find myself overwhelmed with dysphorium. And I know it’s only natural to be sad. But not because of the words ‘He dies,’ but because of the life we saw prior to those words. )
Author:
oldwickedsongsCharacters: Arnold Rothstein, Rube Sofer mentions of Carolyn
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1636
Summary: A Dead Like Me/Boardwalk Empire crossover. If you don’t know the show- I highly suggest you watch it. It’s brilliant and underrated. Basically, there is a Reaper at everyone’s death who had to claim the soul and somehow convince them to go on their way. It's Rothstein's misfortune he got the Jewish mobster Reaper.
Warnings: Character death (again) and one Yiddish word. Goy means “Gentile”
( When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He’s written ‘He dies.’ That’s all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is ‘He dies.’ It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with ‘He dies.’ And yet every time I read those two words I find myself overwhelmed with dysphorium. And I know it’s only natural to be sad. But not because of the words ‘He dies,’ but because of the life we saw prior to those words. )
