Book Seven: Chapter 121

“I am not.” Death sighed and looked wistfully at the ceiling. “It was quite enjoyable at the time, but in order to better myself I made the mistake of turning to the internet. Were you aware that you can ask questions on something called a forum?”

“Of course.”

Death handed Reggie a tea cup. “I’m afraid I got into an argument with some of the people there. After detailing what I thought to be a lovely ceremony, I was chastised for being misinformed, problematic, and...” The tiny fires swirled in Death’s sockets. “Ah, that’s right. I was called a troll.”

“A troll?” Cyrus asked.

“We’re getting off-topic,” muttered Reggie.

“Indeed.” Death set an empty cup in front of Jenny and pretended to pour tea in it. “I do not wish to bore you with details about the conversation, but someone made a point of asking me what color my skin was. Naturally, I told them that I didn’t have any, and the conversation devolved from there.” The Reaper sighed again. “Yuki Radley as