[ WP ] One day , you find Death weeping on a park bench .

“ What ’ s wrong my hooded friend? ” I asked. 
 
 “ Well, ” Death responded while sniffling. “ I feel obsolete. After millennia of good business, I ’ m almost out of work. I ’ ve been evicted from my apartment, and I ’ m a laughing stock in the Underworld! ” 
 
 “ Tell you what, ” I said. “ Why don ’ t I look around, see if anyone ’ s looking for a stand-up demon that works hard. I heard that Walmart is hiring! ” 
 
 “ Walmart?! ” he said with disgust. “ I may be Death, but that would be a fate worse than... well... death! ” 
 
 “ Well, you can ’ t get hired with that attitude! Tell you what, Jennifer and I are having dinner later, why don ’ t you join us? ” 
 
 “ You ’ d really let me do that? ” 
 
 “ Well, what else are friends for? ” 
 
 “ Oh gosh, man, thanks! I got ta say, I ’ m really sorry for what I ’ m about to do. ” 
 
 “ Wha- ” I said, but I could not finish my sentence. My heart had stopped, and my soul was being collected by Death. Maybe being friends with desperate-for-work soul collector isn ’ t the best idea. 
 
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