Brink of Death

Imagine Death was a man. He'd have a much harder job than Santa Claus, and 365 days a year, too! No chance at all of a break. Now imagine that one day, Death got tired of his job. He decided to take a break. Maybe a short one to a ski resort a few dozen miles away, or a long one to some distant island in the middle of the Pacific. Close your eyes... and thank God, or in this case, Death, for his work.