Disclaimer: I do not own Death-this incarnation of him belongs to Terry Pratchett. Karen and Edward are both my characters, but that doesn't really matter. I'm not making any money off of this, don't sue me.
Deathly Conversation
By Harmony Griswold
KAREN....
Karen looked around. "Hmm, oh yes?" she asked finally spotting the person that had called her name. "Do I know you?"
WELL, NO, NOT REALLY.....BUT YOU SEE....
"Then you'll have to excuse me," Karen lifted her pointed chin slightly, unconsciously immatating her dead grandmother. "I'm running terribly late for an appointment-it's a matter of life or death!"
YES.
"Yes?" Karen eyed the person she was speaking with rather suspiciously. "Yes what?"
IT'S A MATTER OF LIFE OR DEATH.
"Oh really?" She glanced at her gold watch. "Well, do hurry up. As I said, I'm in quite a rush."
UM, WELL, YOU SEE, YOU'RE DEAD.
Karen snorted. "Poppycock! Now, young man, I have no time for suck things.....I must be off." She reached down to scoop up her purse and was unpleasantly surprised to find that her hand passed right through it. "How now," she muttered to herself.
AS I SAID-YOU'RE DEAD.
Karen glared up at the speaker. "Oh, I see. This is just part of your stupid prank! Now cut it out this minute, or I will go get the Watch!"
UM....NO KAREN THIS IS NOT A PRANK.
"So I'm dead?" The woman asked in disbelief.
YES.
"Truly?"
YES.
A wide grin found it's way onto Karen's face-the type of grin that had not been seen on her since she married Edward Lungham. "So I'm dead....?" She repeated, sounding like she believed it better this time around.
YES.
"Oh good, then I can haunt Edward, the old bugger!" With that the recently dead woman spun on her ghostly heel and headed out to annoy her living husband.
THE END
Okay, I was BORED......it's short, pointless and stupid, but I had fun reading it. Please leave feedback-but please, NO FLAMES. ~bows then disapears in a flash of dark~