"Yes Ramone?"

"What in the world were you thinking?"

"I'm afraid i don't know what your talking about."

"You do to Carl, you know what you did. and you know what they are going to do to you."

"I'm not afraid of them".

"Why'd ya do it?"

"She had an orange fingernail."


"She had nine beautifully painted pink nails with tiny white flowers on them, and one orange fingernail."

"You didn't finish the job because she had an orange fingernail!?"

"You know being a Grim Reaper isn't an easy job."

"Yes it is, all you have to do is go in take their lives and let the world do the rest."

"But do they all deserve to die? Is it really their time?"

"I don't question it, i just do what the GRA tells me."

"Well the Grim Reapers association isn't always right."

"Listen Carly i know they'll be coming for you soon, could you at least tell me why EXACTLY you did it."

"Well i already told you that she had an orange fingernail, and before you interrupt me, I will tell you why

that is important. there are three types of girls that I've ever taken the lives of. the girls who were popular,

with tanning booth tans in the middle of winter, and manicures. i would take them after they would O.D. at

parties. There are the dark and unhappy girl would become so depressed that they kill themselves. and the

third type of girls are the miscellanious ones who die in accidents. All very sad never as bad as some of the

boys I get. But none of them ever hit me home like she did. Its so hard to be a youth Grim Reaper."

"You could switch reaper genres."

"i wouldn't want t put this burdon on another person."

"Thats your problem, your too soft. is that why you couldn't do it?"

"No, like i said she was special. How many girls do you run across who will paint their nails all the same with

manicure style, then suddenly paint one finger orange. how many girls would take a classic cliche and turn

the tables on it? Don't you think a girl who can see the world for what it is and wants to make it something

beautifully strange, but classically artistic, should have to chance to live out her beautiful life?"

"You could tell that, just by looking at her nail?"



"Because shes me, she is the picture perfect me. she is the same age as me when i died, she has me hair, she

has my eyes, she has my nails, and she has my life. a beauty of a house, with simple insides, but once you

enter her room its like entering a explosion of life, filled with color and pictures of everyday life. I couldn't kill

me, I couldn't take away her life as my was so mercilessly taken. I just couldn't do it."

"They're here"

"I need you to do something for me."

"OK, sure, what?"

"Take all the classic cliches you can find and add something stange to them for me, could you do that?"