"How am I supposed to learn to be this new 'Death' exactly?" We had started floating through the streets of New Orleans. Yes, floating. When you're dead, no one can see you, you can float. One of the perks of being dead?
"We'll collect souls together."
"Is that all you do?"
"Yeah," he replied, a sad tone hidden in his voice.
"Well why is that so hard?" I smirked.
Daisy shrugged. "You have to see people die, have to see people cry, people grieve. Sometimes you'll have to go grab people in war, and it's hectic and scary."
"Oh." I was silent.
"And people think I'm demonic and soulless because I'm surrounded by death, but it's quite the opposite. Same thing with Life."
"Franny's husband died," I said, drifting right through the top of an umbrella. "So did you have to collect his soul?"
"Yes. And I had to wait for Franny to be out of the room. Otherwise, our energies would cancel out and bad things would happen.
I nodded, thinking.
"And where do you take all the souls?"
"Space."
"Space?" I inquired.
"Space. I throw them into space where they are free to drift around freely. It's quite nice and liberating, I imagine."
"How do you keep up with collecting everyone's souls? You must be quite busy." I had never really been a busy person, just one who did whatever they pleased, always trying to find my next meal or bed for the night. I didn't used to have so much responsibility.
"I am. But I'm just the Death of the United States. There's a Death and Life and Fate and Coincidence for every country,." She explained, smiling. I forced a smile back.
"What about Night and Day?"
"There's only one of each, but they have to manage a lot at once," she replied.
I had just one more question."What are you knitting?" I pointed to the knitting, needles, and scarf still tucked underneath her arm.
"Oh, just a scarf." She said.
"Who is it for?"
"No one particular, really. I will occasionally knit the dead hats and sweaters, though. It's a nice little gift for them. Also, dead people are really cold."
I giggled and agreed, self consciously touching my arm. It was indeed cold.
