Doesn't Anyone Actually Die Anymore?

I really dislike when things aren't the way they should be. When I go to work, I expect to be left alone and to have a body or two waiting for me to practice my fine art. When I show up to an annoying yapper and no corpses, it's as if I'm spinning sideways. Where is the death I surround myself with? Why is this obnoxious creature breathing my air? After twenty short minutes I walked out. Clearly not needed.