"One year closer to you and me meeting up for the main event, bitch."
I always try and be cool about this stuff. I say it straight, and without any rancour.
His visage, always a pasty white, bleached itself even paler. His teeth chattered, and I saw his bony hand tremble.
"Best be getting ready. griffin happens to everyone, sooner or later."
This time, I punctuated my delivery with a right fist slammed into my open palm. He flinched at the sound, and turned and fled. He caught his scythe on the doorway, and he ended up half-stumbling outside, graceless and pathetic, his ebon robe billowing around him like a cheap trash bag.
"You can't hide forever!" I shouted after him.
Death is such a pussy.
I shut the front door gently. The morning sunlight glinted through the frosted glass and threw a rainbow of colours across my chest. Nice.
Happy birthday to me, I grinned.