Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

As I was lying in bed, listening to my hypnotherapy CD I was aware of a darker space in the darkness of my room and my earphones were gently removed with the tip of a scythe. 

Hello, Death! Is it time?

NO OF COURSE IT ISN’T. I JUST HAD BUSINESS IN THE VILLAGE AND THOUGHT I’D SEE HOW YOU ARE DOING.

That’s nice. You don’t do that much. Did someone ask you?

THAT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOUR PROBLEM, OTTER. YOU ASK TOO MANY QUESTIONS.

Well, make yourself comfy. I suppose you won’t take coffee? You don’t usually. Prop your scythe in the corner next to my broom.  Where’s Binky?

A FRIEND IS LOOKING AFTER HIM WHILE I VISIT.

Ah…. How is Sir Terry these days?

DEAD

Yes, I know but is he happy?

OF COURSE, HE’S LIVING IN DISCWORLD.

Good! So he went to the Heaven he made for himself. Lovely…