Emily: My guess is that even the ones who do remember learn to not believe it. Death: Good, that’s kind of the aim. But why didn’t you? Emily: I don’t know. Maybe I would have, eventually. Who knows? Anyway, I’m hungry. You want anything to eat? Death: I don’t eat. Emily: Oh, ok. We can keep talking, though, if you like. You can sit down. (She makes herself a cup of instant soup.)
Death: I have never done this before. Emily: Really? What do you do all the time? Death: Uh... my job. Emily: Nothing else? Death: No. Emily: Are you the only one doing... that? Death: The only Death? Yes. Emily: How does that even work? There’d have to be someone dying nearly every moment... Death: Almost two humans die every second. Not so sure about the others, they’re harder to count. Emily: The others? Death: All the other life forms. Emily: Makes even less sense. It’s the Santa problem all over again. How can you possibly get to every single death if they’re all at the same time? Death: Time travel. Emily: Ah. Of course.
-- Alt text: Nobody has ever invited Death in for snacks. ;_;