[ WP ] The final digit of pi has been discovered leading to profound events .

I kind of did n't see the profound bit, then I realized I only sort of knew what it meant, then I looked it up and anyway not sure if I got this right: 
 
 Jack looks out the window. Hot snow is still falling up. He puts his head right up the window so he can look further down the street. 
 
 His new neighbours, The Johnsons, a family of inter dimensional grilled cheeses are still playing beach volleyball on the patch of purple sand balanced precariously on an elder being from the eight dimension who has transcended it's need for a body and is now just an idea, leaving the patch of sand looking like it was balanced on a vinyl recording of the movie Lethal Weapon 3. 
 
 In short reality was still all fucky. 
 
 `` A lot of trouble over the number 2'' say Jack 
 
 `` It's not just the number 2'' 
 
 `` What the…'' 
 
 Jack turns around to see the grim reaper stepping out of a door in the middle of the living room. The reaper closes it and it turns into a rubber ducky that falls to the ground, sprouts muscular legs then runs through a wall into the backyard where it's stepped on by a large scaly foot, belonging to a creature just different enough from Godzilla to avoid copyright infringement. 
 
 `` Crap, that was my ride home'' says Death 
 
 `` Uhm'' 
 
 `` Right, as I was saying Pi was supposed to be infinite, so it's not just the number 2, it's the end of infinity, which is n't supposed to exist'' 
 
 `` Am I going to die?'' 
 
 `` Yeah one day I….oh right yeah sorry no, well you're going to die but not today'' 
 
 `` But are n't you…'' 
 
 `` Yeah normally, but right now they kind of have us all working on fixing reality'' 
 
 `` And hows that going?'' 
 
 An anvil with wings flies into the window and gets stuck because the windows are now jello. 
 
 `` We're making in roads'' says Death 
 
 Jack and Death stand there awkwardly. 
 
 `` So what are you doing here'' 
 
 `` Well when one impossible thing happened reality took that as an excuse to go hog wild so I've got to go around and try to, ahem, curb the flow of impossible things. Try to bring reality back to reality'' 
 
 `` I guess that would have been a better question but I meant why my living room?'' 
 
 `` Oh that door that turned into a rubber ducky with legs that ran outside and was promptly killed can be kind of erratic'' 
 
 `` I see'' 
 
 There is another awkward pause. 
 
 `` Well I guess I should...'' says Death 
 
 `` Should I be doing something?'' says Jack 
 
 `` How would do you feel about shooting a bunch of zany shit with a shotgun made out of bone?'' 
 
 `` I'm not sure I have an opinion on it'' 
 
 `` I'm sure you'll be fine'' says Death, pulling a shotgun made out of bone from his cloak and handing it to Jack `` Take this and cover me'' 
 
 `` Cover you?'' 
 
 Death goes outside and the Johnsons leave their patch of sand and fly straight at Death. Death swings his scythe through 2 of them, then grabs a third with his boney hand, throws it to the ground and stomps on it. 
 
 A fourth grilled cheese flies straight at Jack, growling and foaming at the point between the two pieces of bread. 
 
 `` Oh fuck'' Jack shoots it with the bone shotgun and the sandwich explodes, splatter his wall with cheese, bread crumbs and a blue substance. 
 
 `` Right everything that's not supposed to exist hates you for actually existing and is going to try and kill you now. Probably should have lead with that'' says Death
