{He won't be complaining. With the bed turned down, he clumsily toes off his shoes and loosens his collar. He has no qualms about laying down - it keeps the room steadier - but he watches Undertaker curiously, riveted despite his impaired senses. Maybe sleep can wait...a little longer.}
Grim...Reapers? You sound serious. {But it's a lot to understand.} How do you know about them? Do they visit the funeral home?
{A yawn interrupts his thoughts and he wrinkles his nose.}
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Grim...Reapers? You sound serious. {But it's a lot to understand.} How do you know about them? Do they visit the funeral home?
{A yawn interrupts his thoughts and he wrinkles his nose.}
I saw them around Mother...