I, King Sisyphus, couldn’t believe my luck. Free of punishment once I rolled a boulder up a hill? Easy. Smiling to myself, I glanced at the retreating robed figure of Hades. I trudged toward the boulder, readying myself for freedom. I started rolling the stone upward, but it was heavier than I expected. Almost there! My forehead beading with sweat, I neared the top. Suddenly, I lost hold of the boulder, and it tumbled down, me in its path. I sprinted down at full speed, panicking, trying to dodge the boulder. And that, kids, is why you don’t cheat death.