The waiting room, as usual was abysmally bland and boring.
For Death himself it was absolutely dull, not even the local funny page elicited a laugh from the skeleton thus when the secretary finally stepped out to address him the robed skeleton sighed, folding the newspaper he was reading "Finally, you do know I've a plane bombing to attend? Souls don't reap themselves."
For Death himself it was absolutely dull, not even the local funny page elicited a laugh from the skeleton thus when the secretary finally stepped out to address him the robed skeleton sighed, folding the newspaper he was reading "Finally, you do know I've a plane bombing to attend? Souls don't reap themselves."



