A Normal Day In The Life Of A Grim Reaper

A light blue house next to replicas of itself. It stands strong and sturdy considering it's age. Unfortunately the house's owner is not as lucky, the old man with a shiny head, wrinkles at his eyes, and tight clothing that screams 'I'm sixty but i'm still trying to be hip with the kids'. The man sits in the middle of the cluttered living room rocking back and forth on his favorite worn out chair the has stains all over. The man's shabby white door flew open making a banging noise as it hits the walls. The man didn't even flinch he simply looked up at the figure standing by the door (as if expecting the visit). The tall man by the door had pale skin, midnight blue eyes almost black, and dark black curls on top of his head that slightly fall onto his forehead. The man wore a sarp coal suit and matching hat. Silence goes through the house the crickets, the man used to watch on his porch, are the only thing heard throughout the isolated home.

"It's time" the strangers deep voice says calmly to the seemingly bored man.

"Okay, do you want a beer before we start?" the senior asks and walks to his kitchen grabbing two beers after receiving a nod from the handsome younger male. The old man returns and hands the other the cold alcoholic beverage. A hush descends the room as they rock back and forward sipping their beers. Once their beers are empty the younger of the two stood up from his sitting position.

"It's time, why prolong the inevitable any longer." The old man stands up with a grunt.
"Alright let's get this show on the road"
"Roger Green, 88 years of age. Cause of death old age. 3:47pm" the clock strikes 3:47, Roger takes his last toxic breath before falling to the ground like he once saw his mother do. Roger stands looking at his own body at his feet. "Go through the door and you'll finally know what the afterlife is, I know you've been wondering for years." The now pale Roger nods turning around to see a tall white door, he opens it and steps forward disappearing in the blinding white light. The young man walks out of the silent house and walks down the sidewalk that leads to Jenny's, the small diner that serves amazing sweets. Ding, the bell goes as the man steps in and takes a seat in a booth next to a window. He looks at the raindrops that race each other to the bottom of the windowsill. A plate with a burger and fries along with a side plate with a brownie gets placed in front of him. He looks up to see the familiar doe brown eyes that were surrounded with wrinkles.

"Here you go Grim, your usual." She smiles as he gives a smile in gratitude. She walks away with the same jump in her step she always has making her golden hair bounce. Grim sits in the empty diner eating his food looking at the racing water droplets. Ding.