Please stop sending me these invitations out of pity. I know that it's aformality but it's quite annoying to be invited to the ball in celebration ofgraduating reapers and angels when only the angels are celebrated. If I keepreceiving these, I'll forward them back to sender, and we'll see how Upstairsenjoys the endless pile of futile paper. I will not be joining those in Heavenat the location listed nor will I be supporting anyone in this event. After thelast time I went to a ball, upon [REDACTED] graduation, I believe that was enough to mortify all ofHeaven and the Underworld more than enough. Stop. Sending. Me. These. Invites.Thank you.
YOU ARE READING
The Journals of Death.
FantasyHi, I am Death. Everyone knows who I am so I'm not going to bother with introducing myself further. Let's get to the point. This is my journal. Mine. So back off if you don't want to risk knowing the unknowable.
