[ WP ] Death is an entity that shows up to guide souls to the afterlife . For the first time , Death feels the pull of a recently departed soul , but at the edge of the solar system instead of on/around Earth .

Ever since sentient life evolved on this excruciatingly mundane rock, it's been my oh-so entertaining job to bring them where they belong once they croak. I can sense each one- slowly slipping from life, loved ones hysterically grieving, the last few heartbeats, and then... nothing. Show time. 
 
 I can appear to them however I want, so this is where I have a little fun. Final judgement is n't up to me, but if you were an asshole in life, buckle up. You're about to wake up with your worst nightmare staring you in the face. I'm particularly fond of showing up doing the whole robed skeleton wielding a scythe thing. Scares them shitless- hilarious. I go easy on the kids and genuinely good people though- I'll show up as a friend or parent or something. Then we have the same conversation as always. Yes, you're dead. No, I'm not Anubis/Charon/St. Peter/whichever gatekeeper du jour. They love coming up with new ones every couple of centuries. And where you'll end up next is not up to me. You're about to find out. 
 
 On and on, over and over for millennia. Fun, right? I imagine this is how a mortal working in a cubicle feels. I do n't know who has it worse. Once again, I feel the pull. Somebody's about to kick. The pull was somehow fainter, more distant, but the job had gotten so monotonous it did n't even register. I feel him finally croak, but just before I make my grand entrance, I finally realize it. 
 
 Well, this is interesting. 
 
 I appear on a barren landscape next to a bubbling ocean. Jupiter looms above, taking up most of the sky. I look down, and see it lying on the shore. I chuckled- Mother Nature is n't too creative, is she? It looked so much like life back on Earth. It had clearly been struggling to get on land, using the half-dozen fleshy paddles under its body to try and walk. This must have been the first creature to leave the ocean. Good job, little guy. One small step for... whatever the hell you are. 
 
 I take its soul. It ca n't quite communicate with me, but I know it's self-aware. That's why I'm here, after all. I can sense its fear, and I do my best to convey a sense of calmness to it. It's the least I can do for such an important little organism. No history will remember him, but that step he took might just be the most significant event to ever take place on that moon. We reach the gate. 
 
 Boss, it happened again.
