SIR TERRY: Oh. Oh, my. I .. I can think clearly again. I think. What a relief!
DEATH: OF COURSE.
SIR TERRY: You! Well, this is a bit … unexpected.
DEATH: I CAN’T IMAGINE WHY. YOU’VE BEEN PREPARING TO MEET ME FOR SOME TIME.
SIR TERRY: Well, I mean I was rather expecting – or I should say not expecting anything. How nice — Wait a minute. How do I know I’m not just in a coma or something and imagining all this because of brain death?
DEATH: “HOW DO YOU KNOW?” HOW DO YOU KNOW OTHERWISE? AND WOULD IT MAKE A DIFFERENCE?
SIR TERRY: I … I guess not, after all. Doesn’t matter. Well – are we off, then?
DEATH: YES. DO YOU KNOW, I’VE ALWAYS ENJOYED YOUR LITTLE STORIES. ESPECIALLY THE ONES ABOUT THE NIGHT WATCH.
SIR TERRY: Ah, you like Vimes, eh?
DEATH: INDEED. I LIKE A GOOD REDEMPTION STORY.
SIR TERRY: Well, thank you, of course, glad you enjoyed them. So – what happens next?
DEATH: I TAKE YOU. AFTER THAT, I HAVE NO IDEA.
SIR TERRY: Ah, well. Nice to meet you, anyway.
DEATH: THE FEELING IS MUTUAL.
One of my heroes has left this world.
I am going to get drunk tonight and watch “Hogfather,” “Going Postal” and “The Color Of Magic.”