Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Death Takes Time Off




All Death wanted was a vacation.

He just knew that some time off would do him a world of good-- that is what the last doctor he visited told him.  Vacations are great for the health, the doctor said, before falling to the floor. Death would have liked to have asked him more about the health benefits, but the doctor had already shaken off his mortal coil.  Death realized that his doctor was right. He needed a break.

Death was plain stressed out.  He was tired of the fear that always accompanied his arrival, tired of the whining, the bargaining, the denial. Death just wanted someone to smile at him. He wanted to be invited in for tea.  Death felt that he deserved this; his arrival at a bedside was not always to remove the soul from the body, after all.  It was not his fault that Regulation 7842 dictated that he had to carry the Scythe, the manifestation of his Office, on his person at all times.

The perky travel agent was more than happy to discuss vacation destinations, and before she passed on, she handed Death a brochure for an all-inclusive resort in the Azores.  The pictures looked divine, the turquoise water sparklingly clear.  It would be a crime to ignore such a place.  Except that the cab driver died the moment Death entered the car, and the ticket agent collapsed before she could tell him which gate he needed to board, and the TSA people weren't even able to conduct their required search.   He barely made his flight before it crashed.

Perhaps a cruise would be less stress?  He boarded a ship headed out to sea.  Once the crew, passengers, and every last rat had expired, Death found that he had himself a floating island...and finally, a vacation. 




13 comments:

  1. well, You answered an age-old question:

    Does Death ever take a day off?

    Great work with the last 2 lines.

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  2. The loss of a couple of TSA agents is no loss >__> haha

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  3. Nope! He is resigned to work every lickin' day, rain or shine, sleet or snow! I was saying, "Ohhhhhhhhh" and chuckling the entire time I was reading this! I want an island but not THAT way! LOVED this, Tina!!!!!

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  4. Oh poor Death...destined to always be working...until that cruise ship runs aground anyway :)

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  5. I had no idea what a difficult life (?) Death has. Perhaps he should communicate with people by Skype or similar means, just to keep them alive long enough to get stuff done! Very clever and well written.

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  6. Oh this made me laugh in such a good way! Great job.

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  7. i love that he doesn't seem at all concerned that everyone he interacts with dies... just wishes they'd be more useful before they went :P

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    1. Death is all about efficiency, just not his own.

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  8. Love this. It's the Grim Reaper with the Midas touch.

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  9. It's a dirty job, but somebody has to do it. Loved the ending. Thanks for playing along with us this week.

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  10. Bless his heart hehe! I loved the ending. AndI really liked the TSA part HA!

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  11. Cool story. Thanks for stopping by my blog. I don't like haunted houses either.

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  12. Bahahahaha...You crack me up so much! Love this. So creative!

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