Monday October 31 had been a very long day. The doctor was locking up, but as he turned to switch off the lights he detected a Ghoulish presence in the room. No, not me, another ghastly figure. One wearing nothing more than a torn and tattered cloak.
I myself own a $9.99 windbreaker from Walmart.
“Can I help you?” the doctor asked. “No, I’m beyond help.” replied a depressed voice from the dark.
“Surely it’s not that bad.” replied the doctor to the voice. Gradually, the entity came into view. He set his scythe in the corner and began to pace (well… float actually) back and forth across the room. His head remained bowed as his bony fingers twitched. A deeply troubled soul.
“Would you have a seat or perhaps you’d like to lay on the sofa?” The psychiatrist asked.
“Lying on the sofa will do, thank you.” the Reaper replied “You see, in my line of work it’s usually the other away around.”
“Oh I see.” said the doctor knowingly.
“Do you really?” asked the Grim Reaper.”You have no idea what a joy it is to hear you say that doctor. It’s a terrible cross I bear. I run an unlicensed escort service, where all I do is collect souls day and night.”
“I can’t imagine.” said the doctor.
“Perhaps that’s because you have a license doctor. Hee, hee, hee” quipped Death. Then Death continued…
“Another thing doctor, I have no say in the matter either, I just go where he tells me when HE tells me. Ever try waking the dead doctor?”
The doctor shook his head no.
“Well just try waking up a teenager for school sometime. Same difference.”
“What about the working conditions, are they bad?” asked the doctor.
“The worst.” replied the wraith “I have to work in all kinds of weather, and with only this ridiculous robe for protection. Because, and I’m quoting—it’s expected of me!”
“I roam cold damp cemetery’s… usually in the dark. It’s amazing I haven’t caught my death of cold already, and me with no healthcare! The post office has nothing on me let me tell ya doctor.”
“How DO you do it?” the good doctor asked.
“Well you see, I fly… all the time. Fly all over the world. 24/7/365 days a year… no days off! Every time I step into an airport I attract the attention of the TSA. Being on time for a cadaver collection has become nearly impossible for me. So… I’ve put the TSA on borrowed time. And further more… ”
“Speaking of borrowed time Mr. Death, we’re on it right now. I’m afraid I’ll have to schedule you for another day. I’ll have my secretary set you up with another appointment. Shall we say… next Halloween?”
That was fun, Paul!
Thank you Dale, and how many people can make that claim, right? 😀
Love that 2nd video! I’ve named a few of those skeletons losing their heads! 😂 ~Elle
LOL… what a great idea. I think I could imagine a few myself. Hey Elle, perhaps you could be the Red Queen from Alice in Wonderland next year! 😀
Ha! Sounds intriguing!
Doesn’t it? 😀
Haha… very funny! I hope you had a great Halloween, Paul!
It was great fun around here. Some of these houses… WOW! One house down the street had a complete pirate ship (higher than their home) complete with skeletons manning the cannons which fired smoke! :O)
WOW! Some are making such an amazing effort! It is always so wonderful to see the passion and excitement people put into their projects. It gives me goosebumps!
Appropriate for a Halloween. But you’re right Erika, people and their creativity really get a chance to shine during Halloween and Christmas time. ;O)
Right both! I loved that so much when I lived in the States. It was contagious and when I was back I started decorating for Christmas like crazy too…lol
It really allows someone’s imagination to just run wild, and all of your creative juices get showcased for approval. They’re a lot of talented people out there. :O)
Where there is passion there is a huge potential of creative power!
i.e. Disneyland! 😀
Ha, exactly 😀
Let’s hope all the sneaky demons have returned to their dark underworld…….
Lets hope your right GP. Otherwise, I hope the unsneaky ones don’t catch wind of their being on the loose. What a fright that would be! 😀
You kill me!
And they say laughter is the best medicine. Well Scott, guess we’ve proved that saying wrong! 😀
I’m glad he attracts the attention of the TSA. I’d hate to think I’m getting extra attention while the obvious ones walk right through.
That’s the TSA for you, Paul. Equal opportunity for all, a pat down, a frisking, or whatever they wanna call it they still treat everyone the same… rudely. 😀
Hahaha! Only by seeing the “Doctor” is he able to continue his grim Halloween job! LOL!
Which he’ll no doubt need in order to pay for his new shrink. 😀
At least his therapy isn’t weekly!
Well not yet anyway. 😀
Poor old Grim Reaper – no body knows the trouble he knows (except perhaps the parent of a teenager!) Lol.
Who are veterans at dealing with trouble, thus the term—troubled teens. But then, are there any other kind? 😀
Somehow I’m filled with joy at the prospect of the TSA hassling The Grim Reaper. It’s like there is justice in this world after all. Great story.
Oh don’t encourage him, Ally. One look at his attire and his penchant for carrying a scythe wherever he goes (even in a crowded airport!) tells you all you need to know about him. He’s obviously a closet standup comedian looking for an audience. He was probably hoping the TSA would do a strip search of him. Yep, anything for a laugh with that guy. 😀
Paul, always down for a good Grim Reaper tale. Saw a cartoon where the Grim Reaper is calling on a house Halloween Night but states “we’re good” with the was-to-be-deceased as she is passing out full-size Snickers bars to trick-or-treaters (as he was mistaken for). Maybe a cautionary tale for all readers next Halloween…no more mini candy bars…just in case one of those visitors in costume isn’t just dressing up for one night…
Yeah, you wouldn’t wanna short change him that’s for sure. There’s no telling what the big lug might do if he caught you sneaking a piece of fruit into his trick-or-treat bag. Especially if he had his eye on that full size Hershey Milk Chocolate Candy Bar sitting at the top of your candy bowl. Why I shudder to think what might happen to you. The worst possibly being: him giving you his after school performance of Macbeth, while you’re helplessly forced to watch it from the comfort of your own front door hallway. Talk about terror! All I can say is… just be sure to applaud afterwards Bruce, because I think he fancies himself as something of a thespian—the ham! 😀
Anyone who has put the TSA on borrowed time is someone we should probably not be discouraging entirely.
You know it Sarah. Why not even Star Trek could do that, and they’ve been doing it for years! 😀
You’re right, Paul. Poor old Death never gets a day off. In fact, when I checked Google, I discovered two people die per second, which means that Death has to be in two places at once all the time! No wonder he feels his job will be the death of him. 😦
Poor overworked soul. The next thing you know he’s likely to be told by his boss (you know, the big guy, the one who eats all that angel food cake) that he might have to be cloned. With scary clones being all over the news lately, I think that’s the last thing he needs to hear. I mean after all, isn’t he scary enough without having to dress up like a clone, too!
I’ll bet it was a terrible blow to him. A death blow, you might say.
I hope you had a good Halloween.
Thanks Vin, it was pretty fun. Hope yours was too. ;o)
Mine was relaxed watching horror. How are you man? Haven’t heard from you in a while.
Oh we’re doing fine Vin, thank you. We got a little busy there for a bit. I’m just now getting back in the swing of things again. :O)
Happy to hear it. I missed you on my blog.
Well I’ll keep trying.
You are a great blogger and follower of my site.
Thank you, Vin.
Just saying it like it is.
Your content is always entertaining.
Hey, thank you Vin. These days we all could use a good dose of real humor. Nevertheless, I’m still grateful some folks will at least settle for my mild attempts at it. 😀
Humour is a treasured thing that we all need.
I gasped out loud when you got to the TSA part. That was truly a spine-tingling finale! 😱
Exactly. I mean, you just can’t make this stuff up, right?
The truth is bad enough. It’s to the point where I have a panic attack whenever I hear the snapping of a latex glove.
Oh those publicly held colon rectal examines in the terminal are the worst! After one of those, how does an airline expect us to sit still on one of their planes without ever raising a stink?
Very funny…even the Grim Reaper has his employment issues!
Thank you Annika. Trying times to be sure. And it just goes to prove that apparently no one is immune. 😀
Just one question. So if the Grim Reaper catches his death of cold, is he catching himself?
Oh sure, obviously you heard that I was one of the finalist for the post of Health and Human Resource Secretary (for the Trump Cabinet), and you just had to go ask me the one question out of 9,178 trick questions they asked, that I couldn’t answer correctly! Two hours of cramming for the exam, and that question proved to be the Death of me. Who would have thought it! 😀