All apologies, dear reader…you know only the most extreme forces of nature could keep me from our nightly get-togethers.  I had to deal with Death.  He showed up rather early for our meeting…about a decade early by my reckoning.  Anyway, I (with the help of a few friends) politely invited Death to kiss my ass, for this week, at least.  I felt a little bit bad for Death (I think he got written up over it), but just as he has his schedule, so do I have mine.  And my work is, in my humble opinion, far more important than his.  I mean, come on:  any idiot can go kill a list a people…only I can write these books.
Dude doesn’t talk, much, Death.  He actually doesn’t talk at all.  I suppose he doesn’t have to.  But it dragged our little kerfuffle this week out about twice as long as it needed to be.

N.P.: “One of the Living – Extended Version” – Tina Turner