Books for the Living Impaired

Picking up the phone at the Reference Desk.
“Hello, can you help me put some books on reserve?” The patron asked.
“Sure, I’d be glad to.” I replied with convincing enthusiasm.
“I’m probably going to die before I get to read them all.”
“Can I suggest some short stories instead?”
*Insert putting 4 books on reserve*
“There’s a long wait on that one.” I mention.
“Would you come read it at my grave?”
“I don’t know, it’s 562 pages, I might have to bring lunch.”
“I just know I’ll be dead before I get it.”
“You’ve far too much reading to do to die.” I reply.
“Does God Love you?”
Crap, I think this just became about Jesus. “Probably, especially if He hasn’t been paying attention.”
“Then from your lips to God’s ears. The Reaper will be coming for me soon.” I don’t fear him personally, cowbell keeps him at bay. Perhaps she needs more cowbell.
*Finish reserving 3 more books.”
“No one in my family has lived past 80 in 8 generations!” She added.
“Statistically then you’re over due for a long life.”
“I hope so.” Gasp! Inspiring the will to live? I’m going home early to celebrate. “But if I die tonight, I won’t need these books.”
“Iif you wake up dead, be sure to call the library and have us cancel your holds.”