The Death of Jacob Hoffer [Open]

Jacob Hoffer had gone to bed feeling miserable, far earlier than he normally would have. He slept. Sleep came easily. But he never woke up. His siblings found him, dead as if sleeping, peacefully in his bed, his cat curled up around his neck. He was then moved and covered with a simple purple sheet, with a golden grape embroidered in it's centre. There were few people there as the body was lit up - Jacob had liked to keep to himself. His battle with leukaemia was over. The cowardly cells of the disease had killed him in his sleep, during day they never would have dared. Jacob was defiant, taking only mortal treatments.

Jacob's Mother would, of course, not notice a thing. Insanity would bring her blissful ignorance. She didn't know, nor did she care, that Jacob had given up his health, and, eventually, his life, just in an attempt to bring her psychological wellbeing. But Dionysus didn't budge. And his Son fell.