A/N: I just read the first Incarnations of Immortality book, On a Pale Horse, on a plane and loved it, so here goes nothing!

The Last Living Day of Death

Death took his seat in Mortis. This last subject had been particularly annoying. The woman was just screaming and screaming. Honestly – It isn't like I'm that scary. She practically refused to die! How annoying. "Why doesn't anybody realize I'm just doing my damn job?" Death thought to himself.

He looked at his watch. He had two hours! 'What to do?' Death pondered. Going back to my house means listening to endless news about me, and honestly, it gets quite annoying after a while. It also means having all those stupid bills to sort through. You would've thought that Death would be exempt from bills, but every month – wham. Let the bills role. And they say death is a release from life! Well, excuse me, but the one and only Death with a capital D is still paying bills! Ughk.

He decided to visit fate. She was always interesting to talk to. He spoke to Mortis, "Take me to Fate." The car shook a little bit, it was such a sucker for manners. Finally, when he could not stand the fact that Mortis was going nowhere, he added "Please" in a sickly sweet voice. He hadn't really been the most polite person during his life.

He looked out the window, and found himself outside a building he knew well. This was where Fate kept all of those silly strings. He never really understood why in the world lives were planned on strings. Really – why not something more interesting? Like metal something or others. Or… Well, now that he thought of it, strings really were the best. But…

His thoughts were interrupted when Fate walked out in her seductive self. Odd. She never let him see her like that. Opening the door, he decided he would ask her why lives were kept on strings. But instead, she met him with a kiss.

"Umm?" he stuttered.

"Come on. Please? I haven't done anything for my whole time serving this damn office. FOUR HUDRED YEARS DAMN IT! C'mon. We're going to my bedroom.

Death, still very dazed followed into her supposed bedroom. Of course, everything was very… string oriented. Typical.

Then, he noticed fate taking off her dress… He would ponder her decorations later.

Looking at his watch, Death cursed.

"Fate. I've got to go – some person's about to need me. I'll come back later, okay?"

She smiled a smile that was a little bit scary, but I shrugged it off. Who knew with that woman anyway? She'd probably be her matronly self when he came back.

"Okay. I'll see you then." She unzipped his mask a little bit to kiss his cheek. He didn't bother zipping it back.

Death pulled up with a minute to go. Figuring he might as well go look at his "client" (although that was what he called them, he still thought of them rather as victims.)

He found his way to a man holding a gun to his head. He was scrawny, with mousy brown hair. Suddenly, he noticed Death lurking at his door. His eyes widened, as most did, and his arm started to shake. All of a sudden, the gun was turning towards him. He was quite used to that reaction. It didn't really matter, though. He had his cloak –

Oh shit.

A/N: Obviously he died. Zane took over, etc. Bad? Good? Sucky? Excellent? Or just plain: Okay? Review!