I looked in the mirror, and staring back at me was an average guy with circles under his green eyes. His dark hair was tousled, giving him a look of permanent tiredness. His glasses sat slightly crooked and dirty on his nose. As if Death had moved in with him. “You look like a wanker,” Tose bit into another slice of orange. *** What would YOU look like if Death decided that he wanted to live with you? Like hell I suppose. Read On to find out.