on the subject of psychics, hubby has given up going to them. They keep telling him he should be dead but knowing how many brushes with death* he's had I'm not surprised
*if your curious, he's been shot numerous, stabbed ,blown up (all in his army career), beaten cancer twice (he flat lined numerous times during chemo), attempted suicide (and failed luckily) and had 2 TIAs (mini strokes).
The gravelings are probably terrified of him by now, and he will live forever!
we joke that he's immortal or that he's going to die spectacularly as the grim reaper is going to get real pissed off and figure out a way to take him where he can't get out of it. our favorite one is heaven doesn't want him and hell is scared he'll take over
I'd love to hear some of those conversations!
God - "He should have been here by now! What's taking so long??"
Death - "I tried! He beat me in chess five times. FIVE. And then I tried sudden-death poker but apparently I suck at it." <sulk>
God - "Well try racquetball or something! Sheesh!"
BWHAHAHAHAHAHAH! *snort* *wheeze*
I submit the above as further proof that we need to add a "Like"/Upvote feature to this forum.
I would tweak it a little though:
D: "...and then I tried sudden-death poker-"
G: "Ha. I see what you did there."
D: "What? Oh. Yeah. Well, erm it didn't work either. Apparently I suck at it."
G: "You suck at something that's named after you?"
D: "I know right? Plus a grinning skull should be the perfect poker face! Apparently I have a tell where I laugh maniacally when I have a good hand." *hangs head sheepishly*
G: *SIGH* "Well, look at it this way Death: Even if he keeps beating you, at least he's with dawnfire...that's as close to Heaven as we can get him for now."
*heavenly theme music plays as we fade to black*