It was a bright and sunny day on the lovely beach. The view was wonderful, as the ocean's waves crashed at the surface of the coast. The sun's rays danced along the grains of sand. It seemed like a typical morning but on a comfortable floral beach chair there sat the... Grim Reaper? He sat comfortably on the chair, wearing his black robes but also sporting some sandals and sunglasses. He'd lean back and sighed.

"Finally... after 600 years... I can rest.... for a day, at least..."

Grim mumbled the last part with slight annoyance, although he shrugged it off and took a sip of his martini and placed it on a small portable table next to him.