Yesterday, heading upstairs in our building in the elevator, we stopped at the 12th floor and the doors opened to reveal a tall skeleton in a black hooded cloak, holding an enormous scythe.

“Going down?” the Reaper asked, as he stepped inside.

“Up,” I said, feeling intimidated by his height. Never seen this guy so up close before.

“Oh, I…”

“I didn’t expect to see you for another thirty years!” I said, feeling suddenly clever.

“Well, we’ll see, I guess. Goodnight,” said The Reaper, stepping back outside as the elevator doors closed.

Yikes. (True story.)