As Much As I Miss Her, It Was Grandma’s Time To Walk With The Grim Reapster
When we die we’re taken home to Reapster Manor. You’ve never heard this?
While grieving, it helps to remember that dying is just part of life — more specifically, the last part. When the Grim Reapster comes for you, it’s just your time to go. The grand finale, the last hurrah. In this case, the Reapster — Grim as he may be — was calling Grandma home.
What’s wrong? Is it something I said?
I was just saying when we die, and everyone dies so there’s no sense fearing it, we’re taken home to Reapster Manor where we train under the tutelage of the Grand Reapster who teaches reapsting, gives us a cloak, and then when we graduate we’re awarded our very own sickle.
You’ve never heard this? Oh yeah, it’s a whole thing.
It’s a six year track with a two year work-study program where you’ll shadow top-ranking Reapsters in the field. If it makes you feel better, Grandma could’ve been taken by a Reapster with an apprentice so she might’ve got an early look at the specialized training she has ahead of her.
Why are you making that face? You okay?
It helps me to think of it as a fun sabbatical that we never return from where we’re…
