Death stepped through the portal door and finally got the vacation he wanted. He put on a sick pair of shades, a straw hat, and a Hawaiian shirt, plopping down on a beach chair in the sand, sipping from a coconut.

That's when a familiar face appeared in front of him. Life. And she looked TICKED, immediately starting to raise her voice.

"What are you DOING?!?! YOU CAN'T JUST GO ON VACATION, YOU'RE DEATH!!!"