I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you. For the both of us, I mean. Some rather sad news.
Why did they bring it? why didn't they telephone it?
While you were busy, the doorbell rang. It was good old Western union, some little boy about seventy.
Yes, crazy billy. And he had a telegram for us.
Some you cannot phone. Well, Martha, I'm afraid our boy isn't coming home for his birthday. He can't our son...is...dead. He was killed in the afternoon..on a country road with his learner's permit. He swerved to avoid a large porcupine and drove...into a large tree.
You can't decide these things for yourself. I will not let you do that!
Oh my gosh, I THINK I UNDERSTAND!
He doesn't have the power.
That's right I don't. You know the rules Martha. I can kill him if I want to.