[ WP ] A young girl dies and finds out that she is next in line to take the role of Grim Reaper

`` Why me?'' she asks, voice worried. Not anger, not indignation, just concern and curiosity. Only a child could muster up those emotions at a time like this. After being told they were to be consigned to harvesting souls for at least another eighty years. I was ninety now, ten when I died. Perhaps the pattern continued. 
 
 And what was I supposed to tell her? I had a million theories, musings used to pass the dull boring years. 
 
 You, because, despite whatever your parents told you, life is n't fair, and the powers that be choose their servants at random? 
 
 You, because the gods want to start the Reapers young, and milk them for every second they're worth? 
 
 You, because they think a cute little girl, a pretty young lady, or a kindly old woman would ease the suffering of the dying? 
 
 You, because sometimes children get a second lease of life, even if it is n't the one they expected or deserved? 
 
 You, because random chance found you dying just as the last Reaper was to be relieved of their duty? 
 
 No, I told her none of this. I did what my predecessor had, all three of us just links in a neverending cycle. I wiped the tears from her cheeks, placed the robe firmly around her shoulders, kissed her forehead gently, and went off to receive the fate I had doled out so often before.
