The second night, he was much better prepared. He brought a list of famous people throughout history, whether they had lost their souls or lived good lives, and he even included how they had died. The number of good people who had been viciously murdered or otherwise killed was much, much higher than the evil. I commented on martyrdom being a sort of virtue, but the demon soon got me to admit that I had no great respect for that particular act of good. After all, can’t you do infinitely more for others alive than you can dead? I certainly hope so, or you’re pretty useless when you’re alive. [I believe Mr. Hansen expected me to laugh when he said this. He appeared disappointed when I did not. Then again, irony has always been lost upon me. –Wh.] I told the demon that he had a very good point, but certainly not good enough to make me commit to his side. I mean, everybody dies some day, right? And everybody dies some way, too, so I didn’t see how it mattered that much. The demon left the list for me, and disappeared.
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