“The Reaper comes when he comes and he usually only knows the name of the person he’s come for, the one on his list written in jet black ink on an old browning scroll unfurled and rolled out twenty thousand miles across the earth. When he gets to your bedside he barely notices the one lying next to you, the one who will be left with all that pain and loneliness, until the day that old Reaper comes to learn their name as well.”