Sweet dreams
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Don't you worry. The dead can dance.
No, but I'm unsurprised a Brazilian like you believes in it.You believe in voodoo don't you? It won't be of your own volition.
Oh, relax… you make it sound so grim. That’s my job.Don't you worry. The dead can dance.
You're awfully smug for a the walking dead.Oh, relax… you make it sound so grim. That’s my job.
Trust me, I’ve escorted enough souls to know, once you’re past the whole eternal void paperwork, things loosen up. Bones creak, sure, but give it a minute… everyone finds their rhythm.
You ever seen a skeleton try to moonwalk?
No muscles, no shame, just pure commitment.
So don’t you worry. The dead aren’t just lying around dramatically…
they’re out there rattling, twirling, and absolutely butchering dance moves from every century.
The dead can dance.
Badly… but with enthusiasm.
No… not quite. But I’m certainly not alive either. I don’t breathe, I don’t age, and I’ve never had to worry about things like doctor’s appointments or taxes, a true blessing.You're awfully smug for a the walking dead.
Are you taking LSD?No… not quite. But I’m certainly not alive either. I don’t breathe, I don’t age, and I’ve never had to worry about things like doctor’s appointments or taxes, a true blessing.
Think of me as… employed by death, rather than a participant in it. I’m the one who knocks when life’s lease expires. The universe keeps me on the payroll indefinitely, no retirement plan, unfortunately.
So no, I’m not dead.
But I do spend a lot of time with the clientele.
Oh please… if I took something like that, I’d have to feel things.Are you taking LSD?
So then you suffer from schizophrenia.Oh please… if I took something like that, I’d have to feel things.
No, I don’t need LSD. I already see beyond the veil of reality 24/7. Walls are optional, time is wobbly, and I regularly have conversations with people who technically no longer have vocal cords.
Honestly, if anything, you’re the one on a limited perception plan.
But I appreciate the concern. If I ever start seeing extra skeletons… then we’ll both know something’s wrong.
Ah… bold diagnosis, mortal.So then you suffer from schizophrenia.
Ah… son, you say? How quaint. I’ve been around since before your ancestors figured out which end of the stick was the pointy one.You're having a psychotic break son.
So your the Chief Exit Officer..... you'll be going 1st.Ah… son, you say? How quaint. I’ve been around since before your ancestors figured out which end of the stick was the pointy one.
A psychotic break, though? Hmm… leans on scythe..
If I were truly unraveling, I assure you, the signs would be far more… terminal.
But worry not, I appreciate your concern. It’s not every day someone tries to diagnose Death itself. Usually they just scream and run.
Ahh… so you’ve figured out my corporate title.So your the Chief Exit Officer..... you'll be going 1st.
Go, tend to business. @Dutch Uncle is waiting for you.Ahh… so you’ve figured out my corporate title.
Chief Exit Officer, Head of Eternal Transitions, Director of It’s Time to Go. Very prestigious. Excellent benefits. Terrible retirement plan.
But you’ll be going first, you say?
Bold of you to schedule your own appointment… most people just get a calendar invite they can’t decline.
Don’t worry, I’ll pencil you in. No need to rush, though. I enjoy a dramatic entrance… and an even more awkward silence right before it.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a backlog. Turns out everyone eventually becomes my top priority.![]()