“What?” asked Death, hovering in front of a lemonade stand.
“3 dollars for the lemonade, no more, no less.”
“I have none of these dollars.”
“Then you can’t have it.”
“But I wish for it.” pleaded Death.
“No dollars, no lemonade!”
“I shall offer you 3 souls of the damned instead, you’d be wise to–”
“3 dollars, no more, no less!”
“Fine,” conceded Death. “I shall be back with this dollar of yours.” Death vanished, and ever since that day, no human has died, for Death is still busy searching for this mythical dollar.