If you ask anyone what they believed would happen to them when they died, there are only a handful of answers. Some thought you simply ceased to exist, others suggested you were reincarnated into a new life. But the most famous of these would have to be the one shared across cultures.
"Death comes for you," I muttered in annoyance.
There were a number of films from both East and West that dealt with this theme. The Grim Reaper held the role in many fictional stories. The one who led the souls to hell. If you look far enough, you will see that most of the deities associated with death had the same responsibilities.
Just as before, my outburst caused the rest of the people to wait quietly for me. They must have had many opinions, but none of them could express them.
It was not because they were physically or mentally incapable. It was because the decision was not up to them, but up to me.
