I walk down the street checking my notepad every few blocks, making sure I'm going the right way. Finally I arrive at my destination, a busy rode right outside the little yellow donut shop. I stop and stand there waiting and watching. No one notices or even cares. I'm a creep, dressed in black, staring at the road, and no one ever notices. A kid and his mother walk out of the donut shop. The child notices the balloon seller across the street and starts to run. "Here we go" I mumble to myself. Just then a large red truck turns the corner going to fast, the driver clearly drunk. Within a month the man will be in jail, fired from his plumbing job. Time slows and tragedy hits. The kid runs into the street, ignoring the cars that come to a quick stop around her...except the red truck. At the last moment the mother pushes the kid out of the way. "Her loss" I say as the child lands on the sidewalk in front of the precious balloons she needed so badly. And the mother... what's left is splattered on, around, and underneath the truck. The driver panics and drives off quickly,making more of a mess, but not before several bystanders take pictures of the truck and license plate; particularly the woman to my left who's picture will be used in the prosecution. Now's where I come in. I calmly walk up to the mixed bits of flesh and blood and find a chunk that looks the the heart. Of course without anyone noticing I pull a bright orb from the heart that slowly forms into a pale blue image of the woman. "What!? Where am.. SARA! MY DAUGHTER! Where is she?" the ghost stammers and frantically looks around noting the horror surrounding her. "Don't worry you're daughter is over there" I motion to the little girl crying, being held back by strangers. "Oh God Sarah! I remember... oh God!" She begins to cry. "I would stop saying that if I were you, the boss can always change his mind." I pull out my box cutter, and slice open the air, creating a cut in mid air, revealing blinding light. "Welcome to the afterlife. I hope you enjoy your stay" I say with as much enthusiasm as I can muster, which isn't much. She is quickly awed by the light and steps inside as the cut seals up. I pull out my notepad and the spot that earlier said Sarah Silverman now says Nora Silverman. I cross off the name and a new one appears underneath. "After 265 years, this job is still a drag." I put away my pad and walk back into the crowd and disappear like nothing. My name is Az and I am an angel of death, a reaper.