There's a wonderful scene in a Discworld book where a wizard dies and talks to *the* Death, no substitutes, as is the right of every wizard.
Wizard: "I mean, what's it all about? What's the point of life?"
Death (furrows the brow he does not have): "Cats. Cats are nice."
There's a wonderful scene in a Discworld book where a wizard dies and talks to *the* Death, no substitutes, as is the right of every wizard.
Wizard: "I mean, what's it all about? What's the point of life?"
Death (furrows the brow he does not have): "Cats. Cats are nice."