[ WP ] Death is sitting idly at home staring at a photograph of Steve pinned to his dartboard . His skeletal face has the faint expression of anger as he stares at it . The photo just smiles back . Steve ... the only man to defy me

Death grumbled to himself as he threw darts at the face of Steve. 
 
 `` I can never seem to get him... Why do they always do that?'' 
 
 In his flustered state, he could n't land one dart on the old man's face. 
 
 `` Steve. Always defying me...'' A dart embedded itself into the wall. 
 
 `` I mean, how many near death situations do you have to put a guy in before he kicks the bucket?'' 
 
 He gloomily looked over at his portrait of God and sighed. `` He will definitely not be happy with me.'' 
 
 For the first time in his career, Death was having trouble with a contract. It had always been easy to go in, use a disease or accident, grab the soul, and deliver it to God. 
 
 This one was proving difficult. Humanity had an annoying tendency to cure every disease that he used, no matter how potent. Steve's current ailment was doing a number, but he was beginning to recover now. 
 
 If all else failed, he would have to pull out the old generic'died of old age' card. This was never good, but today it was looking like he would have to use it. 
 
 Yes. Steve would have to die of old age. His heart would give out or something. Death retrieved his scythe from the mantle and let out a sigh that tapered off as he disappeared into the smoke. 
 
 Reappearing at Steve's bedside, he walked over to the smiling old man. 
 
 Dozens of family members stood around, ignorant to Death's presence. They were celebrating what was looking like another full recovery. 
 
 Death gently touched his scythe to the man's chest, stopping his heart. The man gasped for breath and the monitor flatlined. 
 
 The mortals in the room gasped and clutched at Steve's arms. One called for a doctor. A woman pleaded with her father to survive, and several children had begun to cry. The family of the well-lived old man could only watch as Steve died. 
 
 Death pulled out his scythe and Steve's heart restarted. 
 
 `` Alright! Geez... You have to go and guilt trip me like that, huh?'' 
 
 Yes, God was going to fire him for this. He grumbled some more as he poofed into the air and sat back down on his couch. 
 
 `` Stupid Steve.''
