In the company of death.
"So are you going to do it?" he asked in a wheedling tone, idling propped in the corner smoking a cigarette.
"Not tonight. I just want to sleep."
"You know, your due for one. You could do it tonight."
"Aren’t you busy?" she demanded, "Shouldn’t you be out finding people about to die or something?"
"No, we have all the time in the world." the reaper said, blowing a smoke ring.
(Reapers are starting to get humans to collect souls in preparation for them becoming reapers when they die)