If a black card with your name on it ends up in our hands, your time is up. We never asked to become, nor wanted to be, the harbingers of death and destruction. But we were moulded this way, and we take pride in our work. When a job over a priest ends with a little nun in our laps, we don't know if we should end her life or play with our food. After all, keeping things alive isn't our specialty. Get ready,...