Daisy and I were sat by a park in a large field filled with beautiful green grass and flowers that were just teeming with life.
"How are you going to die, then?" I asked her, peeling a blade of grass apart between my fingers. She sighed. "I don't know. If I want to die, I have to kill myself. That's how it works."
"Well, how are you going to kill yourself?"
"I'm not sure. I won't feel any pain because I'm dead, though. I just have to get through to the other side that I won't to fully die, not just get stuck somewhere in the middle. A violent death would probably be the best for me, as the fully dead people will most likely pay more attention to it."
"Oh." I said, trying not to think about how, when I got tired of being Death, I would have to have this conversation but on the other end.
"I'll do it in a few days. I want to make sure that you're comfortable with this job first."
I was comfortable with the job and what I had to do, besides the fact that I didn't want the job.
"Any questions?" Daisy asked me, chipping dried blood off of one of her fingers.
I nodded. "How long should I be Death for? And what if a plague hits or something. How will I collect everything?"
"Be Death for however long you can, and then find someone you think will do a good job. As for plagues and epidemics, One of the Deaths in Europe had to deal with the Black Death, and I've dealt with the epidemics and plagues and all you have to do is just work overtime. It's the only thing you really can do." I sighed at her response, and laid on my back, watching the sun in the sky and the birds that were chasing each other and singing, wishing I could fly with them.
