Why
You’ve been standing
For much too long, my dear
Let’s step into the office

Now
You may notice
The little chair placed in front of my desk

And trust me
I’m well aware of the rumors you’ve heard
Regarding this chair

I know you’re petrified of what’s to come
Or, rather, what will be no more
The second that chair owns you

And I’m here for reassurance
To plead you not to worry
For you’re truly safe in my presence

And there’s no need to pick up
The belongings you left in the hallway
Your coworkers can take care of that

No
It certainly won’t be effortless
For all the heavy things you’ve left behind
Are just as difficult to carry for everyone else
But with the practice
They’ll grow muscles stronger than the beastly hulk

Now allow me to introduce myself

Hi! I’m Death, your new boss.

Have a seat.