Death Takes An Afternoon Postcard

The life (for lack of a better word) of a reaper is not the casual, carefree existence you might imagine... It's an eternally grave task, working your fingers to the bone and you can never, ever be late. "Death Takes a Holiday"? Pfyeah, right. This is one job where you never want to let the work pile up. There are days when you can feel it deep in your bones, and you just have to dig your way to the surface or the job will bury you. And when that golden opportunity presents itself it's as if you wake from a dream, and finally you reap some well urned rest.