Death’s lament (casually)

Dear life, 

The thing I don't get is why people revere you so much. Shit, they might as well make a shrine of you and bow down to you. They're always trying to figure you out, to get the most out of you. You, my friend, would not last a day in my place.

I guess I've gotten used to the hate from the living people, all the darkness that surrounds me and how much people despise me. I'm just a regular guy trying to do his job, and my job just happens to be making sure people move along safely from one life to the next. I mean, the least they could do is thank me. 

And to be honest, Life, you aren't even that cool of a guy. Somewhere along the way, the fame got to your head and you became a total jerk. You do whatever you want and get away with it; you screw people in all types of ways. If I messed up whilst sending someone on, I could get Hell for that (literally). You can send someone's whole family to me and leave them torn in pieces and begging for me, and it pains me not to take poor broken souls before their time. It seems like you're just having a bit of fun. 

Sorry for that personal attack. Who knows, maybe in your job requirements it says "Oh yeah, remember to play with your food" or "Give em a hard time while you're at it". It certainly doesn't say that on mine, and they still despise me. 

But the fact is, I can't judge your character until I meet you. It's weird that in all these years, we've never even talked. 

Could you come over to my place for a cup of coffee sometime? We both deserve a break. Maybe we aren't that different, after all. 

Sincerely, 

Death