Death sighed as he saddled up. Just another boring day...reaping souls...the daily grind. He sighed a deathly sigh. Binky whinnied.
NOT AGAIN...WHO TODAY? He checked the hourglass he had on the ground, placed a few feet away from Binky's foot. The last time an hourglass was placed near the horse's foot, Monseigneur Erik Leroux, dropped down dead in the middle of his supper, which was spaghetti. That was a mess. He had about half his life left.
FRED LILLIX...LIVES IN ANHK-MORPORK. POOR CHAP IS GOING TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK TONIGHT...DEARIE. OH WELL. He hopped onto Binky and whistled. The horse started up, and they took off. A few minutes later, they reached his house. Parking Binky outside, Death strode in. ERM...HELLO.
Fredlooked up from eating, and stared at Death. "Oh damn-" he muttered. "Why are you here?"
TO REAP YOUR SOUL, OF COURSE. WHY ELSE?
"I dunno...to pay a visit? Anyway, I'm dead right?"
NOT YET. YOU'LL BE DEAD SOON, THOUGH.
"So...where are the angels?"
PARDON?
"The multitude of angels, hordes of heavenly hoste, God, the saints, the whole nine yards. Ya know...shouldn't I see them now?"
NOPE. I JUST REAP THE SOULS. WHERE YOU GO IS YOUR OWN DECISION.
"Really?"
REALLY
"Damn. That bites."
WELL, THAT'S LIFE.
"I'm gonna die soon."
SORRY ABOUT THAT PUN.
"So...what now?"
THIS. Death swung his scythe, in effect killing Fred.
"Oh shit."
THAT'S LIFE.
"You say that again, and I'll kill you."
YOU CAN'T
"Shut up."