- It was a cold winter afternoon. The smell of crisp wind was in the air as he creeped across the whited grass. Another freezing day, another job to do. He would prefer to be at home, but his job required twenty-four hour attention; he could never just enjoy the warmth of his home. Shuttering, he wore his cloak, making his way to his destination. Seeing the victim he really didn't need the scythe. Kneeling down he greeted him, "Hello, my friend." Squirming, he was white as the snow, but he responded anyway, "My home was destroyed, sir." The cloaked man nodded, "I know, and I am sorry. Mother Nature has her ways...and some are very unfortunate." The rabbit winced in pain as the wind brought more and more icy weather his way. What a horrid way to pass. Nevertheless, the cloaked man picked up the tiny creature with the softest care, wrapping him nicely in some of his cloak. "Feel better?" He asked the shuttering rabbit. He nodded, "Yes, much, thank you..." he looked up at him, "This doesn't change my fate, does it?" The cloaked man sighed, "Unfortunately, no, my little friend..." he stroked the creature's fur lightly, "Unfortunately, no." In understanding the little bunny nodded, soon sneezing, the cloaked man wiping his red nose. "Where am I going?" the rabbit asked as the cloaked man began to walk. He stopped and thought. Must he tell this innocent creature about the afterlife? "You're going to a warm place, my little friend," he said, "with all the joy you need. You'll be happy there." "I will?" the little bunny shivered. The man looked at him, and underneath his cloak he smiled, saying, "Yes, you will." And as the bunny shivered one last time, the cloaked man raised his scythe, jumping into the darkness, which is eternal for the tiny creature.
A version of death in which when you die, it's eternity of nothingness.