[ WP ] Fed up with his image , the Grim Reaper rebrands and begins marketing as the Jovial Reaper

He discarded his mouldy old black robe onto the filthy floor of his flat. There was rotting food on every surface, and black mould over every wall. 
 
 As he stared into the deep, dark holes staring back at him from the mirror he knew that there was something wrong. Making the mortal die used to make me happy, he thought. If what I loved doing does n't make me happy anymore, what will? 
 
 He sat there, staring at his own reflection, for about a month. He then decided to stop feeling sorry for himself, and start clearing the backlog in his schedule. 
 
 Before going out and killing a few million old people he decided that he would pop to the shops for some new clothes. 
 
 He sprouted his wings and wandered into a charity shop. This way, he thought, I can get some work done *and* work on my new image. He found a brightly coloured polo shirt and some summery shorts and tried them on. They were a bit loose, but nothing is really made for skeletal builds. 
 
 He walked up to the till and paid for his clothing. Well, he tried to, but the woman at the till immediately died. Death awkwardly walked away, hoping nobody noticed. 
 
 That day was the day he had felt most at home in his workplace. Killing people, not out of pure necessity, but with a smile. 
 
 Or at least the closest thing to it when you have no face.
