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[no_justice]

He's by the fireplace today on one of those very comfortable armchairs. His feet are crossed up on the coffee table and there's a copy of the Times open over his face. The tool of his trade is resting against the chair back, in easy reach for when he gets up.

It's a very odd position to find a skeleton in, but this is Milliways, after all.

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[no_justice]

Nevertheless, Death keeps on. I come for everyone.

[brotherspider]

"Everything ends..."

He thought about that for a moment.

"Do you end?"

He chose his words carefully, known that speaking of the Grim Reaper as a being who expires like your everyday bag of flesh is silly.

[no_justice]

I am the end.

He's annoying like that.

Only when everything has died will I be no longer.

[brotherspider]

That's a LONG time... Spider whistles, impressed by the meaning of that statement. Getting off that deeply-meaningful moment, he jumps topic somewhat.

"By the by, have you seen any other Deaths around lately?"

Such as perhaps a pale young woman wearing an ankh?

[no_justice]

<span style="font-variant: small-caps>Not in some time</span>, he admits sadly. He kind of misses her.

[brotherspider]

"Really? Hmmm. Well, if I see one around, I'll let you know."

And...he's off again. And will he find the other Death at some point? Well...that all depends on her mun.