"WE WERE ON A BREAK!"

"Oh my god if you say that one more time, I'm going to break up with you!"

The Grim Reaper chuckled as he watched one of his favorite episodes from Friends. He sat in his chair curled up into a little ball not ever wanting to leave. Grim's room was very dark with only the television being a source of light. There was much room for activity, yet he only had his tv, chair, and bed. It looked much like a prison cell, but at least prisoners had roommates.

Everyday before work, this was Grim's routine. Just watching tv. It was his only way to explore the world without having to see death at every corner. It was his only way of smiling. It was his only way to somehow have friends. Because who would ever want to be friends with the Grim Reaper?

He started to wonder if he should quit. Or if he should step outside during his time off instead of sulking at home watching Friends. Or if maybe there was someone out there who would be willing to be his friend.

RING! RING! RING!

No time for pondering, it was time for work. Grim slowly dragged his body away from his chair to the front door. He picked up his scythe and threw on his robe. Grim never bothered to turn off the tv because it gave him something to look forward to after work.

"Welcome to the real world! It sucks, you're going to love it," Monica shouted from the tv.

And off to work he went.