Every now and then, I fall apart.
Oh, wait. Wrong song. Never mind.
Anyway, every now and then we all have our sentimental moments. Just ask Mary Death.
You know, it’s like, Really? Come on, kiddo, you’re not gloomy enough to have Death as a best friend. Try Cosmo and Wanda.
Then again, what are warm fuzzies to the Grim Reaper who is human enough to need them?
Guilty pleasure, maybe? Or is all pleasure guilty when you’re in that line of work?