Upon hearing such shocking words, Charles's hand trembled, and he nearly dropped the bottle. He hurried over to Tuba, asking nervously, "What's going on? Don't joke about this with me! In the future, is it just you who dies, or is all of humanity doomed?"
Tuba's brow furrowed tightly, and he looked distressed. "Hmm... I don't know. I only saw my own death."
"Be clear, Tuba! Stop talking in riddles. This is really important to me!" Charles grabbed the small old man's arm and lifted him into the air.
Tuba's feet dangled and swayed. Just when Charles thought he wasn't going to explain, Tuba's pure, child-like eyes slowly came into focus.
As if he had suddenly matured, Tuba spoke rapidly to Charles. "This has nothing to do with you. I'm just announcing my death in advance. Let's get this straight: I want my grave to be next to Lily's. The tombstone must be pure yellow, with nothing written on it. On the day of my burial, I will preside over my own funeral."
