Micheal stared for a moment at the embodiment of Death. He felt odd at feeling no fear.
He cleared his throat, “What I know is, my wife thinks I’m some kind of degenerate, but I only have a vague suspicion of who may have given that idea. I know I was happy with my life, and had plans that didn’t involve you so soon.” His tone darkened, “I know, I have a week left.”
Death was eerily calm, “I’ll look past some of this, for now. However, that trip down memory lane cost you a day. You’re down to six.”
Bones clicked on stone as Death turned his back and took a few steps away, “You’re not telling me everything, and, for that, I should send you on your way.”
“And where would that be?”
Glowing yellow spun back around, “Not a joyful place.”
Micheal tossed his arms up in a shrug, “Like you said, you’re the authority, here.”
“Mortal,” Death let out a curious hum, “you are quite something.”
There was an exaggerated bow in response.
“I still gave you six days. What do you have next?”
“I’d like to see my dad.”