Disclaimer:I still don't own it
Got the idea while hearing 'Gevater Tod'
The sword
Death looked to the figure.
The figure or to be a bit more correct the man,was lying in a bed,and sleeping his last few seconds peacefully.
The man took his last breath.
Suddenly a ghost like version of the man appeared and looked straight into the eyes of the Death.
"I am dead?"half asked half stated the soul.
"HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF ANKH-MORPORK COMMANDER SIR SAMUEL VIMES?"
"Yes."
"YOUR TIME IS INDEED OVER."
"Well what are you waiting for?Use you scythe."
"WHY MY SCYNTHE?YOU ARE TO IMPORTANT,YOU DESERVE THE SWORD"
"Why do I deserve the scythe?"
"YOU HAVE ALL THE TITELS,YOU DESERVE THE SAME TO DIE AS KINGS."
"Who decided that kings deserve an other way to die than normal people?"asked Vimes in a dangerous low voice.
Death,hearing the tone,but not making a connection with Vimes intentions answered true fully:
"THE GODS MADE THR RULE,IT WAS ONE OF THE FEW THINGS THEY ACTUALLY AGRED ON."
In a low whisper with an obvious fake friendliness,well obvious if you are familiar with the way human speak,asked Vimes:
"I would like to congratulate the gods for such a decision,may you bring me to them?"
"WELL THE GODS LIKETO BE PRAISED;SURE WHY NOT."
"Oh the gods won't know what is happening to them,"promised Vimes with a dark chuckle.