Death, where is thy sting?

Saul, a regular of The Deuteronilus, spoke of a gentleman known to him simply as Varn, late of the Pass of Ziz. The story goes that one fine day Varn decided to make contact with the Department of Motor Vehicles via the telephone. His endeavour didn’t go nearly half as well as he would have hoped.

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot.

Did Varn wither and die whilst patiently waiting in the phone queue from Hell? Perhaps his expiration was by way of myocardial infarction, or maybe he met death by visitation of God. To the mortals who remain here on Earth, the fashion in which he left this life remains a mystery.