Death - Albert

“What about you, then?” snapped Mort. “What can you remember about being human? If you went back, how much life have you got left?”

“Ninety-one days, three hours and five minutes,” said Albert promptly. “I knew he was on my trail, see? But I’m safe here and he’s not such a bad master. Sometimes I don’t know what he’d do without me.”

“Yes, no one dies in Death’s own kingdom. And you’re pleased with that?” said Mort.

“I’m more than two thousand years old, I am. I’ve lived longer than anyone in the world.”

Mort shook his head.

“You haven’t, you know,” he said. “You’ve just stretched things out more. No one really lives here. The time in this place is just a sham. It’s not real. Nothing changes. I’d rather die and see what happens next than spend eternity here.”

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