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It was really quite simple. I called him in to prepare my nightly tea time, he walked into the room and I shot him between the eyes.

Was really his fault. He couldn't be counted on to keep quiet about my nature. Still, it was fun while it lasted. I called in the maids and they promptly set upon his body for removal. It was something like a week and I had gone through almost a dozen staff. They buzzed like flies when I needed them, but just could not keep to themselves when it came to keeping secrets.

So I go out shopping for new staff everyday. A new cook to replace an unfortunate incident involving a dishwasher. Another valet because the tow-truck missed it's mark. A few more maids since the last ones ran screaming from the house. Poor souls, they really should start reading the finer print in the brochure. I mean it's not my fault they're clumsy or that I'm a bit ill tempered.

It's just not everyday you get to work for Death.