Prompt #2

"That is a terrible, horrible, incredibly foolish idea." He paused. "Let's do it and see what happens." 

So they did.

*Later* 

"SUCH SHENANIGANS DO NOT BEFIT A DEATH!" Their supervisor closed the door to his office. He then continued at a lower volume. "Twelve died, twelve! What are we, terrorism? NO, we. are. natural, causes. Got that?"

"Sir if I can ex..." Holland began.

"Explain!? Explain what? That you and Jerold got bored and decided to string together your assignments. Even though it is strictly prohibited, that is exactly what you two did." Jerold stared down at his shoes. 

"I can hear it now, 'say isn't this dull let's combine three heart attacks, a stroke, two aneurysms, and a S.A.D.'" He took a deep breath, and then spoke more calmly. "I have to go to a meeting for each of those five unplanned deaths. Suicide is sending over a case worker to help with the paperwork." He sat behind his desk. "As for you two," he sighed, "You're going to the Grim."

Holland and Jerold started.

"The Grim!?!" Holland exclaimed. Jerold whimpered. Their supervisor looked down at the report on his desk. "Yes, Mr. Holland. To the Grim."

"Surely you don't have to do that?" fear dripped from his words like honey. 

"You're right, I don't." Jerold relaxed a bit. "But that is what I've decided to do. One unplanned death is serious, five is practically criminal." Jerold keeled over in a dead faint. The supervisor callously added, "take him with you, you're expected immediately." Holland blanched.