by the end of the story,Death has collected the souls of many. Some from the war, some from the Holocaust, and some from the poorest part of town. Their souls lay limp in his arms as he takes them from their bodies. The living stare and mourn at the lifeless bodies that lay before them. The living will shake the bodies, leave them presents, or stare and wonder, "Why them? Why them and not me?" The war is over and the holocaust has ended; Himmel street will never be the same. ***a last note from your narrator*** i am haunted by humans.