Arthur Graham’s Reviews > Death Gets A Book > Status Update

One of the benefits of being a Banshee is that you cannot die when a monster truck lands on your head. Instead, the squadron of Banshees pinned inside the flattened cab had squirmed like worms out any orifice they could seek out on the floor of the truck. They scattered from the wreck like a murder of crows flapping away to their next omen.

“Got a newspaper?” Vincent Death asked Cowboy Death.
“What in tarnation are you talking about boy?” Cowboy Death asked.
“Never mind. I just need you to get me to a bathroom. I’ve gotta go real bad.”
“Bathroom?” Cowboy Death let a guffaw out. “Deaths don’t have bodily functions anymore. You don’t have to go to the bathroom. You're just scared shitless is what you are!”

Death woke up in Mexico with a pounding headache.
It must be Tuesday, Death thought to himself as he shielded the glare of the sun with the sleeve of his black, tattered robe. “Or Wednesday or Thursday or any of the other days ending in day.”

Enjoy, and if there's a knock on the front door, be sure to finish reading this book before you answer it. It just may be Death knocking.