Tuck hadn't seen any of this, because he was still holding Morty over his shoulder, with his feet in front and his head behind him. And I didn't think that even Tuck would believe me if I had told him about this.

But Tuck seemed to know somehow, because he asked me to check the scale again.

I took another look at it. It had read 380 pounds before, and now it read...359 pounds! Now that was just crazy. What could explain this?

Not having a good answer at the moment, I decided to just tell Tuck. Then we could figure out what it meant.

"Tuck," I said, "this may sound crazy, but the scale now says 359 pounds. According to this experiment, his soul weighed 21 pounds!"

It was very weird to measure a 21 pound soul. And what was almost as weird was that Tuck didn't seem that surprised. He just smiled, then quickly bent down and lowered Morty's body to the ground. He took a few steps with his hands on his lower back, which I'm sure was hurting.

"That's quite a bit more than I expected," he said, "but I knew it would be something measurable."

"How did you know that?" I asked. "Even among the people who are convinced that a soul has a mass, they don't think it weighs more than a tiny fraction of a gram. So why aren't you shocked to see that Morty's soul appears to have weighed a whopping 21 pounds?"

"Because that wasn't Morty's soul," Tuck answered. "That was Mrityu's soul."

"What?"

Tuck clarified, "Or rather, it was the portion of Mrityu's soul that lived in Morty's body."

"He was possessed?"

Tuck chuckled. "Well, didn't you suspect that he wasn't human?"

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