((And suddenly…this is my favorite picture in the world.))
Death does not like hugs.
And then there was the time the Grim Reaper chaperoned the Junior High Prom.
“TWELVE INCHES APART AT ALL TIMES! OR I’LL KILL YOU!”
LEAVE ROOM FOR JESUS OR THE ANTHROMORPHIC PERSONIFICATION OF DEATH WILL MAKE YOU LEAVE ROOM FOR JESUS.
NO, LOOK. GET OFF. I AM DEATH, REAPER OF SOULS, I WILL NOT BE HUGGED. SUSAAAAAAN!