It is a little known fact that among the angels in heaven there is an ironclad hierarchy defined by your death—with death by falling piano the extreme top of the pecking order and death by banking complications establishing the other end of the spectrum
What about those of us who, like Neville in Edward Gorey’s The Gashlycrumb Tinies, simply die of ennui?
(Actually, I’d be interested to see where on the spectrum all 26 of the Gashlycrumb Tinies fall. ‘mouse, could you get on that for me, please? Thanking you in advance.
“Hunh?” says ‘mouse, proceeding to the library website and placing a hold on “Amphigorey.”
Hmmmm, I wonder if Keith named Scrine “Scrine” only because “Amphigorey” (or “Amphigory") was taken…