Synopsis: A Death in the Making

Everyone daydreams their way through work from time to time...

I'm often told by people that I don't take my job seriously enough. (Normally, shortly after they realise that they're dead and I'm the one that killed them. It's kind of understandable if they fail to see the funny side).

Sure, the job has its perks. Who could fail to look mean and moody standing about with the black hoodie and the scythe. The cliched overly shouty metal songs by people who's angst is equalled only by the grease on their forehead, I won't miss though.

As soon as I find a replacement, I'm outta here...