Death strode purposefully down the sidewalk, his destination firmly fixed. Passerby felt a chill then nothing more, unaware of his passage. The open air cafe found a new customer taking his place to wait patiently for the one whose path would end saw her, she felt his presence and smiled.
"ARE YOU READY" Death intoned from the depths of a sepulcher.
"Yes old friend. Let's go."
Taking her hand gently they left together as the crowd surged and sirens wailed.
As the bus full of orphans burned brightly into the night, the flames crackiling cheerfully, death gently stroked a kitten. Turning towards Satan he remarked softly, "Tis a shame there isnt any marshmallows." Satan cried in silence.
