My name is John and this is how I died.
I was only sixteen when it happened. I was a slave for the king. The king hated me. The king came up with a plan to kill me. He would invite me to eat bread and marmite. But he would poison the marmite. He called me in and told me to have some bread and marmite. I thought it was unusual but who was I to argue. “Don’t eat it,” shouted another slave. ” No, ” I said” I like marmite” and I ate it and dropped dead to the floor.