Death looks up to see a girl approaching.
"My friend passed," She says. A common tale.
"You have fifteen minutes since time of death to retrieve your friend," Death says, almost scripted by now. "It's always fifteen minutes."
"What happens after that?" The girl says, and Death knows it's likely already too late.
"Typically the leyline takes them in. Nothing much that's not already dead survives in there."
Death is taken by momentary surprise as the girl begins fishing through her bag. It was an immediate response, and a determined one - not the kind you'd usually see from someone bargaining. She pulls out papers, and Death adjusts its sight. Death, despite itself, chuckles.
The girl has pulled out a death certificate.