The Grim Reaper wants to retire. We know how that goes: you have to meet the final deadlines and train your successor. We meet the Reaper in a white room, in front of him a wall of tube televisions flickering the disasters on planet Earth, his worn scythe leaning against his armchair. His successor stands behind him in a black suit, a tablet and a pole pruner in his hands, criticising the population growth of the last two hundred years and talking about inbound marketing. God also turns up, a young woman with a stick-on white beard who - to the Reaper's taste - has far too many stupid creation ideas such as platypuses, or psychoactive licking frogs. And then she threatens his work of death with one of her crazy ideas and he finds himself in the midst of a life and death crisis.

Original/Alternative Title: The Grim Reaper is out, or the day he gives up his job

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