A man in a mask and a tux stood by a grave of his friend's dead wife.
"Angela Alexander you will live again!" The man said, "You will reincarnate in the past!"
"Argent. What are you doing lurking in the graveyard!" Angela's grieving widower snapped finding it an odd place to find fate.
"Oh hi, Mortimer what bring the king of the grim reapers here?" Argent said.
"My wife is buried here It gives me a right and reason to be here," said
the reaper Mortimer.
"Isn't she in your realm?" asked Argent.
"Only her soul, not seen her since she was processed," Mortimer said,
"Oh shame," said Argent, "no job perks."
"No, reapers are not meant to see their wives and families after death rule-" Mortimer was interrupted.
"Quit with the paperwork she's your wife!" Argent snapped.
"I know a lady you may like," Argent said leading Mortimer from his wife grave.
"There can never be anyone for me but Angela you busybody," said the reaper.
"We'll see!" said Argent smiling.
"What are you up too?" said Mortimer.
"You'll see!" said Argent.
