A paranormal fan-fiction in commemoration of the music and lifestyle of Lil Peep. If you had asked me to describe the worst day of my life, it would have to be the day I died. The first time. I died quickly; blood spattering the linoleum, shitty childhood flashing before my eyes, the whole nine yards. And now I'm shacked up in the back of a punkstar's van as we tour the country, with a few passengers. One of which who just so happens to be the Grim Reaper, who goes by the name of "Death."