bread_goes_bip: Death, chin cupped in hand, looking interesed (Tell me about it...)
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[In the end, there wasn't anything Death could do about this event. But there's something she can do now, so she picks up the phone.]

Hi everyone, it's Death. If you need someone to talk to... I'm really good at listening.

Date: 2011-06-05 09:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deaths-heritor.livejournal.com
Do you usually give advice to the bereaved? Grandfather seems to expect they'll be able to sort things out for themselves.

Date: 2011-06-06 03:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deaths-heritor.livejournal.com
Life is a scary, confusing experience, but nobody ever seems to care much about that.

Date: 2011-06-06 11:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deaths-heritor.livejournal.com
The bereaved tend to have that advantage as well. Do you mean you minister to the dead?

Date: 2011-06-07 03:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deaths-heritor.livejournal.com
What is it that people do when they're dead, in your world?
From: [identity profile] deaths-heritor.livejournal.com
Another judgment-based system, then? Who is it who does the judging?

Date: 2011-06-23 04:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deaths-heritor.livejournal.com
[There is a pause for a moment or two.]

You and Grandfather may be better matched than I thought. It works that way on the Disc as well. You get exactly what you believe you deserve. Whether it's an eternity feasting in Valhalla or one burning in hell as judged by a jealous god.

Date: 2011-06-23 05:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deaths-heritor.livejournal.com
It seems to me that people are very good at punishing themselves needlessly, all in all.

Date: 2011-06-23 09:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deaths-heritor.livejournal.com
Harps and fluffy clouds aren't for everybody, I suppose. Honestly, the theology here isn't very sensible.

Date: 2011-06-24 09:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deaths-heritor.livejournal.com
I'm a fan of the way things work on the Disc. There is no justice. There's only Grandfather.