"Then it is normal for you," said Death, "I never really understood humans' desire for some unattainable status quot. I mean, some may attain it, but it varies from person to person, family to family, even culture to culture. They never are quite satisfied with how unique they are. Frankly, I find most of them quite dull."

He popped a chip laden with guacamole into his mouth and chewed. Upon swallowing he said, "And they never seem quite satisfied if they do attain that ideal. Sometimes, I wonder why God lets them live. And believe me, the angels are even worse. They don't think for themselves and the ones that do are punished severely."