From what I can tell, this lady has the worst job on Earth. She earned her nickname “The Reaper” by asking grief-stricken relatives to donate their brain-dead family member’s organs for transplant. The hospital staff talk about her like a necessary evil, a vulture circling for fresh meat. Her eyes light up at the mention of tragedy, they say. She accosts the bereft and spirits away the last vestige of their loved one. She feeds on the entrails of tragedy and calamity. Like the grim reaper, she appears when death is close by.

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