Death put his scythe in the corner with a bounce in his step.
"What are you so happy about?" the young skeleton asked.
"Successful surgery."
"The rot? I don't see a difference," the young skeleton flipped through all the news channels.
"Check your phone," Death smiled.
The young skeleton pulled it out and Death tapped a few things.
"Protests?" the young skeleton looked at the feed. "Why isn't it on the news?"
"Because the rot is afraid."