Death is at our doorstep

I'm not scared of Death.

 

Nope. Haven't been a scribe in many years. Death's chosen career path -- what else could it be -- yep, Death's a desker.

 

Death is encouraging us to drink? It's a sign!

 

That he'll be visiting you sooner than you think?

 

I always figured Death to be a Blatz kinda guy.

 

Now I know why I never want to work desk again.

Just don't hurt me Death!

 

The night hours are great though. And you get to write some killer headlines.

 

All right, I've got to ask.

Does it piss you off when people dress up like you for Halloween? Do all the wannabes make you want to ... well, exact revenge?

 

No, it's kinda flattering. Not very often you see someone dressing up as a line editor for Halloween ... ;-)

But seriously ... I don't like the negative portrayal of death. I think I get a bum rap lots of times. Without death, can one really appreciate life?

So when the pretenders step up on Oct. 31, they need to come hard or go home, lest their penance become pain for being wannabes.

Halloween ... the one night where the agate, optionals and call feeds handle themselves, since Death has other business to tend to.

 

Too bad kids now know to look out for the razors in apples.

 

Death -- please go visit Hillary Clinton's campaign so we can settle the Democratic nomination sooner, rather than later.

 

Yea, the one or two kids each year in the world that actually WOULD eat apples -- instead of egging the person's house who gave them the fruit on Halloween -- can breathe easy.