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"Will you stop messing up the damn bed?" Death yelled at her brother.

"What are you talking about? I haven't slept in weeks," Life replied, rolling his black eyes.

Death slammed him with a pillow and tossed it back on the bed. She was meticulously cleaning, always trying to get things clean for the next guest. Life was always against the bed and breakfast. He had to greet people and lead them through the corridors and open doors and watch them opt for a different one, and blame him for being lost. Death couldn't do it. She always scared the guests despite being the most gentle, definitely more gentle than her brother. She'd rock babies to sleep, and guide old people to their resting places. Life envied her.

"I don't understand why we have to do this. I mean, we are endlessly helping people to rooms and watching them leave again. I just want to quit sometimes."

Death dropped the pillow she was fluffing. "Quit? You can't quit! What if things get bad again! I mean, war happens every day. People will need a place to stay and nice faces to help them along."

"But Death, it's so tiring. I just want to relax for a while."

"We can never relax. That door is always revolving, and every person who comes in deserves to see someone nice to them, even if they are awful and treat us like trash."

"I wish I could be you. You're always working no matter what."

"And I wish I could be you. You're always happy to throw the towel in, even if you shouldn't."

Life sat on the edge of the bed, and Death wrapped her arms around him. As long as they had each other, things would run smoothly, and now they knew.