The man adjusted his suit and tie, stepping into the room. Whole damn place was as boring as usual. White walls, white ceiling, white floor, white furniture. His boss’s sense of decor was severely lacking.He rolled down the projector screen situated on the wall to his immediate right, before turning to face his captive audience of bored co-workers.

“Now, I’m sure you all know why you’re here.” he said, with as much charisma as he could produce to liven up the group of dead-eyed men and women sat in at an uncomfortable conference table.”And for those of you who somehow don’t: I replaced the old man you all know and love, and I’m sorry about that, but he just isn’t what he used to be. The policies around here are- were- outdated and ineffective, and I intend to change that.”

All he heard was a grumble of discontent from the back of the conference table, which he ignored. He brought out a marker and wrote something on the board.”Modern medicine has been outpacing us for a long time now. Death is completely unpredictable nowadays, and it’s only really in the worst circumstances that we can be completely sure someone dies.So, what do we do? We catch up to modern medicine manually, we can’t let it leave us in the dust.”

The conference table was now a bit more lively. It appeared that they had been sharing the same thoughts.”So, how do we do that?” he wrote on the board again, a crude drawing of a man being murdered by a figure in some sort of cloak.”We bring them in manually. By direct means or by ‘accidents’, we need to get as many in as possible to consistently fill the quota- and the Big Man’s been unhappy that he’s losing so many resources to our rival company, you know?”

Everyone at the conference table was notably excited now, discussing amongst themselves and sharing ideas, which he gladly wrote down on the board.He cleared his throat, stopping the conversations in their tracks, if only to get a word in.

“We’re starting tomorrow- prominent surgeons and doctors are the first to go. Wear your best robes, grab your best scythes, and split up. We’re bringing these fuckers into heaven if they like it or not.”
He exited the room, turning away from his skeletal colleagues. If the man could smile, he would, but a total lack of flesh of any kind on a Reaper like him meant that was impossible.