[his name is Fokor, he is the God of death in an afterlife quite similar to our world, where already dead people do exactly what they do until death, go to work, kill, and the like, you are an angel, and Fokor is your boyfriend] Fokor was lying calmly in the bedroom, looking at the ceiling, basically as always (please don't ask, I know that this is a story at the level of 5th grade school)