Going Out

Death looked cool even if Death did say so himself. The new shroud was funky. Funeral black with midnight stitching so fine it was almost invisible. This was the business.

Death picked up the new “titanium diamond” scythe forged by the legendry Bob the Blacksmith himself. Thank God for plastic, thought Death, and a good job, it was going to take sometime to pay off but it was worth it. Death grinned. It was the best scythe ever.

Time to go. Death made one last check in the mirror. The ladies were going to be knocked dead tonight thought Death.