The Grim Reaper looked up from his bed where he had lain sick for weeks. He could hardly believe what he was seeing.
"You-" he exclaimed in amazement, "me!"
After a millennia of service, there standing at the foot of his bed, Death had finally come for himself.
*Apologies to Philip K. Dick
I hope he's sick for a while longer.
ReplyDeleteNow that is an enigma...
ReplyDeleteYou are so darn creative!