There's nothing like a good bowl of chicken

There's nothing like a good bowl of chicken noodle soup when the wind is howling outside. I ladled out an extra-large helping and sat down to savor it, when I heard a knock at the

door. "Who on earth would be out in this weather?" I wondered. Leaving my soup somewhat ruefully I went over to the door and peered through the fisheye. Standing before me was

Wierd Al Yankovic. He pulled out a flamethrower and pointed it at me. "DO YOU KNOW WHERE THE VIRUS IS?!?!" He yelled angrily. I just said, "You can't burn me in the rain!" Then he

chortled like a goat man with balloons and got out his sparkly scythe and

gave it a good polish. It had been so long since he got out the sparkly schythe...OH NO HE USED THE LARGE GRIT POLISH AND TOOK OFF ALL THE SPARKLE! THIS IS A CATASTROPHE

Death stopped whistling, "I'm gonna kill someone for this!" So he went out a took care of a few overdue souls on his list, but without the sparkle in his scythe it wasn't the same.

So Death did the unthinkable. He hung up his scythe and laid down to rest. He closed his eyes for just a moment. Upon opening them, he felt refreshed. Peeking into the World he saw

people gasp in agonized pain, soldiers choking on blood, the sad repressed by eternal ennui. With Death retired they couldn't die, so an angel & a demon decided to restore balance.

They saw that the balance was good. And they understood that they need a balance. And everything came to normal again. THE END