They have pasta shaped like ninja turtles down here, too. I never get that, when people make it out like this is such a terrible place to be. I mean yeah, it's full of war and strife and obviously I'm here so that's, y'know, a super downer for some people no matter how cool I am or how you slice it. But like...you think in the afterlives anybody's thinking up pasta shaped like ninja turtles? I'm sure the only reason why there isn't a black market trade in the stuff between here and some of those places is because having a functioning black market would kind of defeat the whole point of the nature of the afterlife in the first place.

[He sits back in the booth, regarding the man across from him with a long and careful look. That which is mortal of him would probably start to find it unnerving before long; plenty of men cheerfully look Death in the eye, but they rarely ever win staring contests with him--for good reason.]

By the way, did anybody ever tell you it really screws some of us up when your guys go around halting people's deaths, keeping people stuck between the two, forcing that really weird gray area where nobody's exactly sure who's got jurisdiction anymore? Not to mention it makes me nauseous as all get-out, but you know.