Ramona and Wynton Clifford had a rather nice house with a rather long driveway. Ramona’s sister and husband, Fiona and Michael Croft, were staying for a few days. One early evening, suddenly, Ramona called out. “Quick! Everyone! Look out the window!” They gathered around Ramona.
Walking up the driveway towards the house was the Grim Reaper; complete with a skull face and scythe.
“It doesn’t look like a fancy dress,” said Fiona.
“It’s not,” said Wynton.
“It’s the real thing,” said Michael.
“Who’s it coming to get?” said Ramona. “Which one of us four?”
All four were healthy and fit; not a doctor’s prescribed pill needed be taken between them.
The Grim Reaper came closer up the driveway.
“I’m feeling fine,” said Michael.
“Me too,” said Wynton.
“It’s clear he’s coming to get one of us,” said Ramona.
The Grim Reaper neared the front entrance, pausing briefly to peer through the window.
“Oh God!” shrieked Fiona. “Who? Who?”
There was a knock at the door.