"My sisters are the alternative," it wasn't very comforting, but it was true. "It is usually me and my twin that go to people. He puts them to sleep and I send their souls to be judged by my Lord. I do not decide who, or why, or when. I usually know when I see their cord above their head that they are close."
He frowned, "As far as I'm aware, no. I don't go telling people. Some get a little ruffled by the notion, as if I am preying on the patients I look after. I do nothing of the sort, but fear makes one assume a lot. Your father doesn't know either, just in case you're wondering."