Death laughed then hacked then took a swig of beer to settle his throat. David shifted in his shoes. “You mean to tell me after thousands of years, He only now requires my services? Tell Him I’m way passed pension on this one.” Death sat back down and continued watching TV.

“I’ve uh, been authorized to tell you, uh sir, he’s on a tight schedule and if you do not uh accompany me to Him, I uh have to force you.”

Death slowly got back up and looked at David in the eyes. Death’s demeanor changed, his body underwent a transformation. He wasn’t the old decrepit man anymore, he was a lean mean old kick-ass machine. Like an old army sergeant who has yet to retire. “You threatening me boy?”

David gulped.

“This is your first isn’t it?” Death asked.

“Yes sir.”

“Some first mission. Crap, he knew I’m a sucker for soft cases,” Death turned off the TV. “Fine let’s go see the Big Guy.”

Death snapped his fingers as he and David appeared in a board room, God sitting at the table. "You wanted to see me?’