What can a God do? You banish death so that no-one needs to mourn any more, ensuring an infinite parade of joyful singing and dancing.
Then some miserable old woman refuses to join in because her dog has just snuffed it. Oh, sorry, dogs weren’t included. Does it matter?
Yes it bloody does, wails the woman. Okay, says RUHANGA through gritted teeth, if that’s what you want, I’ll make everyone equal.
You guessed it. He made humans subject to death again.