I don't own The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy okay? This is about Grim and what he's seen in the line of work he has. This is dedicated to anyone who has lost anyone close to him or her and they didn't want him or her to go. This fic was written at the time a car crash killed 3 kids at my school. I didn't know them well but I saw the pain of death through it.

Grim had the least pleasant job in the world. It also happened to be the most important. His job was death. He would go collect souls but no one was ever happy to see him. Sometimes people would start wars and Grim would get overtime, but he didn't like it. He colleted the souls of every living being on the planet. That made him nuts too. The last thing Grim wanted to do was to see a 10-year-old cry because a car hit his dog.

Death was painful, physically and emotionally. Grim hated to bring it. He hated it for two reasons: Grim hated pain and blood and it was how he became enslaved to Billy and Mandy. Grim had wanted to sing as a child, but his princess of Hell mother went to God Himself to give him a purpose. Now he was stuck in a rut. Death was feared and respected at the same time, but Grim himself wasn't. Grim hated to be blamed for things he didn't do.

"I've seen de best souls of me day cut down in dere prime!" Grim said to his boss after a hard day of Grim Reaping. "I quit."

"What?!!!!?" Grim's boss, The Angel of Death, asked astonished. "The Grim Reaper can't quit!"

"Yes I'm quitting. I cannot take brining pain into people's lives anymore." Grim said laying his scythe on the Angel of Death's desk.

"I don't believe this. You can't quit! You aren't allowed to." The angel said.

"Why not? Nergal quit his job." Grim said.

"I'll tell you why. Nergal was the bringer of loneliness. . Didn't much matter with him. You Grim," The angel got up and placed his mighty angel hand on Grim's bony shoulder. "You have the balance of the Universe that God created on your shoulders."

"Well can't you do de dirty work?" Grim demanded. "People associate me with de wrong side. People associate me with me grandfadder! I'm-" Grim yelled.

"On neither side, Heaven or Hell. Sure the Angel of Death may be your boss, but your power is from the Underworld." The angel said from behind his desk. "And both sides need you."

"No dey don't." Grim said grim." Dere are plenty of people who'd love me job." With this he imagined Fredfredburger in his robe.

"Grim you are not quitting. If you quit, God cannot call the souls he needs home." The angel said.

"Oh so in every tragic event in human history even ones done by evil souls, God was calling loads of people home at once?" Grim asked sarcastically. "If I recall some of dat was not God."

"Okay sure some of that was done by evil but you've got to understand!"

"No! I understand perfectly! I am 2 deities lackey! They are using an innocent being in dere disputes! I hate having to do dis! It is unfair and if given the choice I would never do it! Every soul dat was lost I cries meself to sleep over it, knowing I did the deed of taking a soul! I would say I have good grounds to quit!"

"I know you've seen a lot but Grim it will end eventually." The angel said. "You know that."

"And when it ends I will cause more suffering! I HATE KILLING PEOPLE!!!!!" Grim yelled. "Anyone who has ever lost anyone, which is everyone, suffers in a tremendous way. I do not like causing the suffering." Grim said turning away.

"Wait Grim think about it for a minute. You are needed to balance the universe." The angel said. "You are not quitting." The angel said giving him the list. "Do your job or else!"

"Fine!" Grim said. "Remember, I won't like it."

"Never said you had to." The angel said.