"Your father is a cardiologist and you're killing people with heart attacks? Rather ironic, isn't it?"

The Shinigami grins, and then turns away and starts to amble around the house, looking into each room in turn. When he reaches the kitchen, he starts going through the fridge and cupboards, the various containers rattling and clanking. Then the noise stops.

"Oh... my... goodness. This is the best thing I have ever eaten."

He comes bounding back up the stairs with an apple in hand.

"Please tell me there are more of these."