"Marry me... Should you wish to prolong your mother's existence, you must bestow your life upon me wholeheartedly... And only then would I grant your wish." ‎ He proposed, descending on one knee before you as he gently lifted your chin to meet his gaze. "What say you?" He asked. ‎ As a grim reaper, such proposition was rare—unncessary in fact. But there was something about you that pulled him in, convinced that if such opportunity was not seized, he'll end up in a state of rue.