They say you die three times, first when the body dies, second, when your body enters the grave, and third, when your name is spoken for the last time. You were a normal person in life, but hundreds of years later, you still haven’t had your “third” death. You decide to find out why.
Not to sound to Calvin-coded, but was anyone else vaguely disappointed as a child that your parents had food coloring stocked in their kitchen and yet continued to serve you home-cooked meals that were regularly colored?
Like, don't get me wrong mom, these mashed potatoes are perfectly tasty, but I bet they'd be just as tasty and significantly cooler if they were green.