Death is not only about a physical manifestation – death happens in millions of ways, unfolding as surely as the sunsets. But predictably, the sun rises each morning. Beginning.
Death stood at the end of the old man’s bed. It was a routine pick up as far as he was concerned and he was as always in a bit of a hurry after all the humans were dying like flies and so often it was a matter of life or death if he got there in time. Hence the term limbo was that period in which death was running late and so you lingered in no man’s land awaiting his arrival. It could and was a somewhat anti climatic from time to time.
Death wasn’t a happy character, who would be in a job that attracted Death himself and lets face it not many welcomed him, most were afraid of him and every time there was a sense of disbelief that he actually existed.
So often it was the old coming to him as their lives came to an end, the young who brought about their own end in what he thought was a never-ending variety of ingenious ways.
Today it was Niles Casey taking his final breath. Seconds after his soul was in the hands of Death. Niles had been a sceptical character in life and in death wasn’t much different.
Death greeted him with his usual lack of enthusiasm; you have to bear in mind that Death had been greeting the dead for an awful long time and the novelty had long worn off.
It was a matter of choice Death informed Niles in his now perfected drollness, you got to choose, reincarnation, the darkness or an existence wandering aimlessly in time.
Niles wasn’t very impressed when he pressed Death for some guidance in relation to reincarnation. Death stated that reincarnation was a bit of a lottery and there could be no telling where he might end up. A lot of people Death stated chose the darkness rather than the aimless wandering as like reincarnation wandering aimlessly for eternity wasn’t much to look forward to.
But as Death pointed out the darkness didn’t mean the end but rather if you could find your way out of it, it meant a new beginning, where? Well again the lottery theory came into play.
Death looked at his sheet, his one document on Niles and made a statement that he could only improve in this life on the one he’d just come from. A miserly, petulant, trivial miserable old man who would be lucky if no one actually spat on his coffin.
Niles looked down, asked about God.
Death chuckled to himself, they all asked about God.
‘He’s everywhere,’ said Death, looking about, ‘He turns up at the most inopportune times, runs spot checks, checks my ledgers, makes sure I’m keeping up my quotas, it’s a tough life I have you know.’
Niles looked on in disbelief. ‘Is God an accountant?’
‘Might as well be,’ said Death looking more disconsolate. ‘So what’s it to be for you?’
‘The darkness, ‘ said Niles and in the wink of an eye Niles found himself in a black space with a pinprick of light away in the distance.
‘I’ll walk,’ he thought, ‘how long could it take?
Away to his left a small voice sounding like that of a child’s said: ‘ Eternity.’