I was sorting the petty cash into currencies that are current, extinct and yet to be invented, when Death appeared before me, clothed in the thick black Robe of Death, gifted to him either just before
Astronaut Dave: “Houston we have a problem. The ship has been hit by a piece of space-debris. Repeat, Hummingbird has been hit.” Houston “How badly are you damaged, Hummingbird?”
I was busy doing an inventory of the Sands of Time (which go into the Life-Timers that count down every moment of our lives) when Death appeared before me.