Joe looked at Death. 

Death looked back at Joe. “You’re early.”

Joe stood there a few more moments trying to take in the vision before him. He’d never seen death before but he always a preconceived vision of death in his mind: a tall skeletal figure in a black robe carrying a sickle. The creature or person in front of him was dressed like Michael Jackson and had a normal looking face topped by blond hair. He also was sans sickle.

“You’re Death?”

“The one and only. But I’m not expecting you for another…almost gave away your deathday.”