[ WP ] As it turns out , one of your students is the child of Death , and he decides to come to a PTA meeting .

I was having such a nice discussion with Katie's mother before he arrived. Lights flickered, crows cawed outside, and the temperature took a nosedive in the stuffy auditorium ( honestly not such a bad thing ) when Todd's father arrived. Ms. Tyson was telling me about how Katie loves history, and looks forward to it more than any other class, but all of a sudden, she stopped. The pale, smiling man in a jet black suit walked up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. In that instant, her skin turned as white as his, and she slowly rotated her head to look upon the figure. 
 
 
 `` Your time is up,'' he said. To which Ms. Tyson's face somehow managed to lose even more color as she attempted to say something, but failed to collect the breaths needed to do it. 
 
 
 `` No, not like that,'' he flashed a warm smile, `` but it could be arranged.'' He never stopped smiling as Ms. Tyson bolted from her seat. 
 
 
 `` Mr. Mortenson,'' I sighed, as he took a seat, `` please do n't do that, just because you're an omnipotent metaphysical entity does n't mean you can of around breaking the rules and terrifying other student's parents.'' 
 
 
 `` I know, I'm sorry, I'm still getting used to you'live' mortals. The dead one's are so much easier, do n't get to argue with me. And, by the way, just call me Morty. Todd needed a last name and I like the vikings. Kept me busy, and they really knew how to throw a funeral.'' He looked up at the ceiling, reminiscing about burning ships and raiding parties. `` But let's get down to business, how's Todd doing?'' At this he shifted forward in his seat, resting his elbows on the paper covering of the plastic folding table and clasping his hands together, to reveal off white, almost yellowish, skull shaped cufflinks affixed to his white shirt. 
 
 
 `` Well, Morty, he's a good kid, one of the nicest and most friendly in the class. However, I'm surprised that he lacks so much of an interest in history, considering that his father is central to almost all human events.'' 
 
 
 `` Almost?'' Morty scrunched together shiny black eyebrows. `` Why, nothing important has ever happened without me being a part of it one way or another. Like the old saying goes, only death and taxes are certainties, but you what's different about those two thing? Taxes, they change all the time from government to government, but death is always me. I am the certain, I am the eternal, I am the unstoppable force that both drives and halts all existence.'' During his diatribe, Death started banging his fist on the table, drawing the attention of all nearby. 
 
 
 `` Please sir, there are other people talking, let's try to maintain some order. And, I have to ask, what does any of that have to do with Todd?'' 
 
 
 `` Oh, uhh, nothing,'' Morty snapped back to reality. `` I just feel like people do n't really respect me as much as the used to. The world has become so safe in the past hundred years, especially after the fifty year blue balls that was the Cold War.'' 
 Parents and my coworkers looked over again at that comment. Some must have known who I was talking to, others, well I do n't know what would be better to see, their thoughts about the conversation as it stands, or their reaction if they learned I was talking to Death. 
 
 
 `` Morty, we only have another minute or two, and all I really have to say is that I think you ought to talk with Todd more about what you do. Tell him some stories, try to make your history fun at home. Maybe it will make it more fun in school. And, you know, maybe try picking up a hobby. Something to keep you busy now that business has slowed.'' 
 
 
 `` Yeah, a hobby. I think I'll try something. Maybe music. Based on the movies, some organ could be a great addition to my entrance, really add some zest to the end of one's life. Alright, thanks for the thoughts, but I got ta go, I'm on call and theres a problem at the hospital, this one fellow just wo n't die.'' He reached out to shake my hand, which lost all warmth and function upon contact with Morty. `` In case I do n't see you again, thanks for keeping an eye on Todd, but, then again, I guess we'll b meeting up sooner or later.''
