"After a while, he heard quiet steps and turned his head. Bleach, rat-shaped phantoms wandered through a nearby bar and faded more and more, until only the muffled patter was heard.
the spirits followed by a ... form.
you might be about six inches tall and was wearing a dark cloak. In the right bony paw she held a scythe, and a bone-white snout with long gray whiskers sticking out from under the hood. "
Terry Pratchett - Everything Sense
Somehow it's a nice idea that our guys when their time has come to be picked up by her own death. For Einstein it was ready.
"The Rattentod drove the last of his customers - the majority came from the attic - and led them in the direction now, to where the good rats hoping to relax her death...."Take care Einstein, and greet the others!
Terry Pratchett - Reaper
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