[ WP ] : Death has been ordered to collect all the human souls on earth but it has given humanity a chance to convince it to do otherwise . 1 week of one on one talks have past and now the last person is up to convince Death to pardon the human race .

I do n't know what I expected. Maybe a reaper - something tall, shadowed, wearing an airy robe on a body of bones, complete with a scythe. Maybe a demon with hellfire climbing up a charred hulkish body. I had been told people cried when they bargained with him. I know they said it was horrible and terrifying. I do n't know what I expected, but it wasn ’ t a simple man in a pale gray tailored suit. 
 
 When I opened the door into the room, the small man confirmed my name. I nodded and he offered me a seat. Death was roundish, but not fat. He was bald with glasses, and I knew if he stood, he would barely be five feet tall. He had a list to his left covered in notes. He nodded for me to begin but I could n't imagine offering him he anything he had n't already heard. 
 
 “ Sir, ’ I began shakily. “ for you to collect all of us isn ’ t fair. We've so much left to do, so much potential. ” He looked at me; I didn ’ t even make an impression. 
 
 I figured it was worth trying to beg. “ I have a new baby with a young wife, I love them both. ” He sighed and looked bored. 
 
 I tried rationalization, it was a last ditch effort. “ Look, if you collect all of us now, You'll be done with this job forever. ” Death pushed the pages of notes back. He hadn ’ t put a mark to the page. 
 
 “ I've heard all that before. ” He listed off on his fingers “ No such thing as fair, you ’ ve had enough time to fill your wasted potential, everyone loves someone and I do n't question my job, I do my job. Thank you, I think we're done here. ” 
 
 “ Bullshit! ” My answer seemed to take him by surprise. 
 
 “ Do you have something else to offer then? ” 
 
 “ Damn right. ” I no longer picked my words carefully. “ You say you're just doing your job. If that was true you would n't be looking for a way out of it. ” He narrowed his eyes but didn ’ t stop me. I touched on something, maybe human, in him. “ You come in times of war, and starvation, and sickness. You see the worst of us, you know it intimately. But you know nothing of the good in us. You ’ re looking for something to convince you to pardon the human race. But you ’ re looking for something specific. What is it? ” 
 
 He took a deep sigh. “ I come in times of the white pus of pestilence, in the red blood of war, and the in black desperation of famine. While they make their way, I simply follow. I reap what they sow. People hate them, but fight me. People fear me doing a job I never wanted. I tire of all of it. And I do not see a reason not to end it now. Sure, the other riders will not be pleased, but I can simply crunch their time line, ” He spread his hands wide apart alluding to a length of time. “ Into my time table, ” He brought his hands together. 
 
 `` At our expense?'' 
 
 `` At your expense.'' 
 
 At that point, I wish that I already had a plan. It would have saved me the rashness of literally trying to save the world. It was because of being at that point without a plan that I made him an offer. 
 
 `` What if it was only at my expense?'' He looked up at me and there was a spark of life in his eyes, and his eyebrows raised. `` What if i took this job from you. I do n't want you to collect the souls and you do n't keep collecting.'' I took a deep sigh. `` What if I agreed to take this from you. Let you be me, let me be Death.'' The second I said it, I knew I had him. 
 
 `` I go home to your wife and baby and you answer to the other riders.'' I swallowed and nodded. Death stood and offered his hand. I took it and suddenly we switched. 
 
 I looked at Death standing there in me. Death looked back at me. He smiled. I could feel the full weight of what I did as he addressed me `` Well, I guess now we're done here.'' 
 
 I nodded at him and he turned to leave. I looked at the list on the table, realizing it was the list of everyone. It was now my responsibility to bear. I collected it as he reached the door. 
 
 I called out my own name to him. He stopped and looked back at me. `` My wife and baby. Love them, love them well. 
 
 He smiled sadly. `` I already do. Why do you think I met with you last.'' He left.
