Death wandered the aisles of Macy's, searching for a new cloak. He picked up a pair of neon blue skinny jeans with one skeletal hand, turning them over distastefully.
"I hate modern fashion," he grumbled to himself. "Give me the old days when a man wore a tunic and a pair of tights."
He thought for a moment.
"Well...maybe not the tights," he amended.

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