Knock knock!

Knock knock!

"Who's there?" "DEATH" "Death Who?" "NO, SERIOUSLY DEATH!" "I'm just not getting this joke. Is this Brad?" "LISTEN, ARE YOU GOING TO OPEN THIS?"

"If you're Death, ha ha, then why should I let you in? Why don't you try the neighbours." "BECAUSE, YOUR NAME IS ON MY LIST. MRS. BEAZLY IS NEXT WEEK! NOW OPEN THIS DOOR!"

I stood as still as I could behind my locked door, listening to Death breathing on the other side. NO, dammit! I would NOT let him in! Silently, I shoved my piano against the door

but just as I finished, Death climbed thru the transom.His feet hit the floor and the Dance of Death began. I crunked, stopping Death in his tracks.He did some fancy samba footwork

but shot back out through the transom into the briny ocean. Death shook a bony fist at me yelling "I'll be back, you can't avoid ME!" So I decided to detox my life. What was my bmi

contract going to be worth with internet piracy out of control? "Hi there!" a smiling Death greeted. He was back earlier than anticipated. He handed me a vintage Stratocaster and

But then I realized that everything he said was just in my head. Death doesn't have a voice in the traditional, we can record it and make a mint, way. No, his voice was a resonant

sound which only my mind could comprehend - and yet, it was everywhere around me. Was this the end? "It might be" - the voice said. "But every end is also a new beginning".