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

`` Hey man!'' `` Zack, just go.'' Ever since he had figured out how to escape Death, Zack Henning had become good friends with the being. `` What is it?'' He sat down on the bench next to Death, his trench coat flapping in the wind. `` Did somebody ask about the outfit again? I told you, Dick Tracy is not a good idea.'' `` Would you prefer Castiel from Supernatural?'' A scary image flashed through Zack's head. `` Nope. So, why are you crying?'' Death looked at Zack, his coal-black eyes wet with tears. `` I'm losing it. There's another guy that keeps beating me.'' `` What? No way. The only ones who can do that are me, Elena, Maveric, and Costo.'' `` Tell that to him.'' He lifted a pale, thin finger and pointed at a man across the park. Zack knew him well-it was his father that died 4, almost 5 years ago.
