When a merchant dies in town, nobody notices and they continue to vend. When swordspeople die, people laugh. When acolytes die, we get flowers.
Female blacksmiths do exist.
As God spoke of the end, the crowd around the Culvert began crying out "I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!" and "NOOO!!!!," and then the conversation turned to sex shortly before the server connection failed as the servers went offline.
I'm not either.
God's going to get you offline no matter where you go.
And remember, no matter what happens, worship the egg.
Are Those People I See Buried Under the Shop?