The waiting room, as usual was abysmally bland and boring. 

For Death himself it was absolutely dull, not even the local funny page elicited a laugh from the skeleton thus when the secretary [i]finally[/i] stepped out to address him the robed skeleton sighed, folding the newspaper he was reading [color=808080]"Finally, you do know I've a plane bombing to attend? Souls don't reap themselves."[/color]