[ WP ] Tell me who the grim reaper used to be

It's you. 
 
 It's you, right now, reading this Reddit WP `` story,'' that I wrote. 
 
 It's you, sitting at your desk doing whatever it is you can to not do work for just a moment. 
 
 It's you, sitting on the bus next to that strange-smelling dude with the long hair and fuzzy, scraggly beard, who's actually a very nice man once you get to know him ( he just did n't have time for a shower this morning. ) 
 
 It's you looking at your phone, sitting on the sofa in your living room whilst Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt plays in the background. Titus is the funniest, right? 
 
 It's you, standing in the corner of a party that you do n't really want to be at and yet still kind of want that human contact that we sometimes crave. That guy in the corner standing by the Cheetos seems interesting. You should go talk to him. 
 
 It's you, who has those creeping feelings of doubt every now and then for any myriad reasons. Will the audience like my book? What if the editor tells me it's worthless and I should just give up? What if I actually have no talent? 
 
 It's you who once opened your eyes and saw the sunlight for the first time. Your parents were there. They could n't see you properly though. Tears can do that. 
 
 It's you who, at some point, made love to the one who meant everything to you for the last time. They were just perfect for you. Sure, their temper was a little unpredictable at times, but their pouty, annoyed face was still adorable, and you always could make them laugh anyway. 
 
 It's you who held hands with that old lady one time, and even though those idiots at school made fun of you for it, that old lady got across the street and felt that people in the world were worth caring for. You know, she went back to her empty house, called her son and spoke to him for over an hour. She'd never done that before, not since her husband had died. 
 
 It's not just you, either, it's me too. It's your dad, your mum, your boss, your daughter, your great-great grandson. It's Julius Caesar, Ernest Hemingway, Ringo from the Beatles, and Eddie Izzard. That's right, them too. 
 
 You're reading this now, perhaps wondering where I'm going with this. Is he trying to be all philosophical, spouting nonsense in a flimsy attempt ( at best ) to sound nuanced and wise? Because this whole meta story-telling thing is starting to get old since that `` Flesh Interface'' guy started doing it in his story. 
 
 The Grim Reaper is all of us. Not just all of us today. It's all those who used to live on this Earth, and beyond it. It's all those who will come to inhabit the collective consciousness. 
 
 Death comes for us all, in time. Unfortunately, it comes for some much sooner than it should. But, it's not grim. Our universe was in a constant, slow but inevitable, state of atrophy from the very first Planck time. Sure, it can be a sad thing - losing my Nan-nan was the saddest thing to happen to me, and there are far too many people who have this next step forced upon them. And indeed, nobody knows what happens when the Reaper comes for you. But I know it's not grim. It is everyone who once was, is, and will be, collected upon you to aid you in the next step of conscious evolution, to add to the decay of the universe. What that next step is, nobody truly knows ( well, some people `` do'' but not scientifically. ) 
 
 The Grim Reaper used to be a big skeleton cloaked in shadow, with a giant-ass scythe to reap the souls of those who had fallen. Death used to be a power that God/Allah/Yahweh held like judge, jury and executioner over the world. But it is one of the two things that literally all matter in this universe is capable of: creating and spending energy. 
 
 Death is all matter. I know I've sounded like an evangelical weirdo just now and just spouted a bunch of meta-physical mumbo-jumbo, but I hope you've enjoyed reading about Death: You, Me and Everyone.
