Hey, My Name is Jimmy.. Jimmy Bones. Ya didn't ask but ya were standin' there staring at me wid a quizzical look on yer face. At least I think it's quizzical.. it may just be constipation. Anyways.. since ya are there why don't I give ya the skinny?
I am.. well I guess I was a Travel Agent in Land of the Dead. Decent Job. Good Perks. Weekends Off. My own Scythe. Not to be sniffed at. Hey. Stop Sniffing! Right where was I? Oh yeah. So I got it made, guiding the recently departed to the Ninth Underworld. Yeah Right! Who am I kidding? Yer right, job is boring as hell and the 'customers'; well less said about them the better!
So anyways the one thing i have to look forward to each year is the Day of the Dead, when we hard working souls are allowed to visit our families in the Land of the Living. Except this one year my boss, in his infinite wisdom, says to me I have to work cos there were some 'special' new souls arriving.
Well I was having none of that, which I told the boss after he had closed his office door behind me. Time for me to take a sabbatical I thinks. So come the Day of the Dead, I calls in sick and head for Detroit to see how the family are doing only to find some sonovagun has gone and blown the bloody place up.
Hey. Hey. Come Back. I ain't finished! Oh it's on now! I'm the Grim Reaper, Lardass, and you're my next customer.