Dear Angel of Death,
Are you really a taker of death or someone to meet up with the folks that die. In fact do you actually exist at all? Do we humans have to have an entity to lay blame, in order for us to cope with death? It may be hard for some folks to believe we are the creators of our own existence, and the creators of our own deaths so we need you to help us pass on through this life. Or not. I could just be full of shit and so could you.
In closing, if you do exist, I happen to have a hundred year life plan ahead of me, so stay the hell away, eh.
Rustic

Sorry to hear about your friends grand-baby Bee-Dub.