The Devil's Cousin

In case you people do not know don't say I did not tell you so. The devil has a nasty cousin who fathered, by himself, a dozen mean-spirited and scrawny boys who did not play, when young, with toys but with the parts of the deceased. Took after the revolting beast and, having individual traits they never shared with brothers, mates but specialised in the disposal of body parts from Nile to Mosel. The oldest one, by name of 'Miftly' disposed of bodies rather swiftly. The youngest called 'Ebola Finger' he loved to see them slowly linger. 'Bang' was the one for accidents, he loved explosions, had no sense. A bloated one, by name of 'Browning' enjoyed the sight of people drowning. 'Death' was the last name of them all and Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall was busy season on the globe. Each one would float down in black robe and execute the mode of dying, oblivious to humans crying. The sad part of it is that chance would allocate a different dance, at random to the dying geezers whenever any of those tweezers was on location they'd decide exactly how their final ride would be conducted, quick or slow. That's how we die. And now you know.