Most, if not all, humans have all always wondered why I'm portrayed as holding a scythe. So i've decided to write a book about why, even if the humans won't be able to read it, i'm hoping that some stray God might be able to, and then might tell the humans, even if it is out of some kind of sick joke. Gods do seem to love those, don't they? Anyway, this will be a collection of different people dying and coming to me, as they always do, and finding out why death is portrayed as holding a scythe.

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These are their stories.