Garry looked at the man. Was this person sane? Sam had some strange friends; this could be one of them. The man did look harmless, so he decided to play along for now.

“Oh, really? Garry responded as he closed the fridge door. “What brings you here?”

“It is a bit embarrassing”, Death responded as He put down the paper. “I’m being audited.”

“Audited?” Garry chuckled a bit. “How can you be audited?”

“It does sound strange. Periodically a LSA is performed. During the LSA I can’t be around.” Death sipped some more coffee from his cup.

“LSA?”

“Sorry, a Lost Soul Audit.” Death smiled. “I’ll try and keep this simple.”

Garry thought this should be interesting.

“When someone dies, I collect their soul from their body. Then their soul resides in a place you could describe as a waiting area with other souls, until they are sent to heaven or hell. Occasionally some souls go missing. So, an LSA is done to account for everyone. Does that help explain it?”

Death reached for a toaster strudel that was on the plate.