Ushers

by Joe Hill

“They weren’t alone. None of them. When you die, you aren’t alone. They’re always there, at the end, to collect you.”

This is not where I thought this was going but duh. Of course it is. He learned about them in the hospice and he can see them now.

Now that Duvall was leaving him behind, the smile was gone, and he looked sad.

Two ushers need someone else to take. One. Two.