Garry walked into the kitchen. He was still trying to wake up. Last night’s party ended early that morning. Unfortunately, he had an early morning appointment. Sam never planned parties right.

As he entered the kitchen he did not notice the man who was sitting at the table, reading the paper. Garry opened the cabinet to get out a bowl and a glass for breakfast.

The man was reading the paper and sipping some coffee. Garry poured some Life cereal into the bowl. He went to the fridge and opened it.

“No orange juice. Who drank the last of it?” Garry said.

“It wasn’t me. It was already gone when I got here.” the man said, continuing to read the paper.

“Probably was Sam.” Garry replied. He then paused and turned around. The man was wearing a black suit. His hair was neatly combed. His eyes, which caught Garry’s attention, were pitch black.

“And who are you?” he asked. In his mind he vaguely recognized the man, but could not remember where he last saw him.

“Sorry, we weren’t introduced last night. I’m Death.”