Death is one of my favorite Pratchett characters
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"IF YOU WOULD PLEASE STEP THIS WAY.
"Are you a hunter?"
I LIKE TO THINK I AM A PICKER-UP OF UNCONSIDERED TRIFLES.
Death grinned hopefully. Scrope's post-physical brow furrowed.
"What? Like . . . sherry, custard . . . that sort of thing?"
Death sighed. Metaphors were wasted on people. Sometimes he felt that no one took him seriously enough.
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Aster :neomouse_evil:
In response to this post"People were always telling him to make something of his life, and that's what he wanted to do. He wanted to make a bed of it."
"I don't hold with paddlin' with the occult," said Granny firmly. "Once you start paddlin' with the occult you start believing in spirits, and when you start believing in spirits you start believing in demons, and then before you know where you are you're believing in gods. And then you're in touble."
"But all them things exist," said Nanny Ogg.
"That's no call to go around believing in them. It only encourages 'em."
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