"Why are you here it is not respectful to the dead or family and friends, Mortimer, you can't be here," said the deadman's best friend to a grim reaper who he knew was the soul of the deadman.

"It's my party I can be here, Mass," said the drunk reaper.

"You're drunk, you shouldn't come in," said Max Starfire.

"I'm not drunk! I didn't know you had a twin?" said the reaper looking at an invisible nonexistent man induced by drink.

"I don't I'm an only child," said Max nervously as the reaper pushed passed him.

Mortimer sat with his widow she knew who he was it was awkward.

"We are here to celebrate the life of the dearly departed Blake Alexander," said the Reverand in charge of the funeral who looked at the wailing reaper with suspicion.

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