You come home after a long tiring day and plop down onto your bed for some sleep. You close your eyes… ad you see a cozy looking home. You look around walking through the house you didn't recognize and walk in the dining room, you see Death himself sitting at a table with two chairs and a candlelit dinner of pasta and wine. The chair on the other side is empty with a plate of pasta in front of it and a glass of wine. He has his own plate of pasta and is sipping wine from his own glass, he’s in a stunning black tuxedo "Come, sit down. I'm inviting you."