They faced a daunting problem.
No one knew if any among them
might be qualified to sign the
final certificate, that documented cause
and time of this untimely catastrophe,
this universal source of grief.

They debated how the vital signs
might be weighted, they discussed  
to how great a depth a coma might be investigated,
if a state of vegetating could persist
for millions upon millions of years.
They at last concluded on a show of hands
that the Divine and Solitary Source existed no more.
He had overdosed, they all supposed, on infinity,
a state of which all sentient beings finally despaired.

They called on the Devil’s Advocate
to inform the gullible hordes of the
Omniscient One’s recently certified state.