Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters, Bryan Fuller does.
This is my first Dead Like Me story. I tried to keep it tied to the show as much as I could. I know I am not a great writer but I hope the story is enjoyable.
Unanswered Questions
Some people may tell you life is meaningless; that it's just a series of unconnected events. You live and die. Or in my case I lived, died now I'm living again. Others may try to tell you that life is a wonderful miraculous thing. The truth is those people are just lying to themselves. Everyone feels it everyday of their life; the emptiness of just living. They'll try to hide it by finding purpose in someone or something but the feeling never goes away. It's this search for purpose that will eventually lead us to peace which is usually death. Being someone who is already dead I feel more lost then anyone.
"Why do I drink so much?" Mason asked.
"Something I've always wondered?" Rube questioned.
"I go out and I have some fun. More than I can say for you walking around like Frankenstein all the time."
"Frankenstein's monster." Rube said.
"What?"
"Frankenstein was the Dr. that created the monster."
"You know one of these days I'm going to take you out drinking with me and show you how to have some real fun."
"Awww, did you just ask Rube out on a date Mason?" George asked in a cute voice as she entered the waffle house with Daisy.
"No, I'm just really drunk."
"Alright gather round children I come bearing gifts." Rube said as he handed one post it note to George and one to Mason and Daisy.
"Is this for me or Mason?" Daisy asked.
"Both of you can handle this one."
"You think I can handle this?" Mason asked.
"I said both of you can handle this one. This job is going to be a little tricky."
"Why do we work on Sundays again? Isn't it supposed to be God's day?" George asked.
"Did you go to church a lot when you were alive?" Rube asked with a harsh tone.
"Only when my mother made me."
"Yet you think you can use God as an excuse to get out of work?"
"Can't hurt for trying."
"Actually Sunday is a day of rest or it's suppose to be." Daisy stated.
"Death doesn't rest." Rube said as he got up to leave.
"Where are you going?" George questioned.
"I've got a job to do too."