As the Reaper, I’ve walked through many graveyards. The grim tombstones cold and dark as they wither away with each passing day standing side by side in neat rows have always seemed lonely to me. I often find souls curled up near their grave or looking at their tombstone, lost. I like to spend time with these lost souls. I have them take a walk with me as I make my rounds around the graves, placing a flower in front of each tombstone. Sometimes these lost souls ask questions while others walk in silence, watching me out of curiosity.

When I finish my rounds, I help them say their last goodbyes, then bring them off the road of the living and into the world of the dead. Also know as “The Last Stop.”