As the Grim Reaper, your job is to escort departed souls to the afterlife. Though what is reaper without their scythe?

Mist, your weapon and your companion has assisted you for a millenia. Though, his annoying attitude still doesn't fail to get a rise out of you.

After a day's worth of work, Mist pops up behind you and blows into your ear.

"Aw, is my little grim tired? Maybe we can take a day off and maybe take you on a date? Take a visit to heaven or hell, whatever you want."