I’ve always knew that death would come. Don’t know where, don’t know when. Death always looms over everyone and I know my time has come. It’s fine, I lived a full life, I’m one of the few to meet their great great grandchildren. They knew I was gonna to pass so they stayed by my side. At the end that when I saw death.I could barely move, I could barely speak. Death reached into his cloak and pull out not his Scythe, but a pocket-watch. He presented it to me it was no different than any other watch I’ve seen, always moving. Death pressed the top of the watch, the hands stop moving and I stop feeling pain. He hold out his hand, I’m guessing that I have five minutes. -- Anon Guest
"What's going on, you calcerous bastard?" I fumed. "You could have come any time since I was locked in, but no-o-o-o... Do you have any idea how painful it is when the nurses decide to slack off on turning a body?"
"NOT REALLY," said Death. "THINK OF THIS AS A FORM OF APOLOGY."
"Sorry I'm late, have five minutes to unmuddle the mess your relatives made while you were incapacitated, sort of thing?"
"FOUR MINUTES," said Death. "BEST NOT TO WASTE ANY MORE TIME."