Death was walking toward a city one morning and a man asked, "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to take 100 people," Death replied. "That's horrible!" the man said.
"That's the way it is," Death said. "That's what I do."
The man hurried to warn everyone he could about Death's plan.
As evening fell, he met Death again. "You told me you were going to take 100 people," the man said.
"Why did 1,000 die?" "I kept my word," Death responded.
"I only took 100 people. Worry took the others."
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