“I don’t know, man, but I never thought it’d be you planted here instead of me.” James took a swig from his bottle, relishing the burn. “Should’ve been me, bro. I’m the one that’s careless. I’m the one with one-night stands and constant partying.”
“You got that right.”
Hearing the voice, James leaped to his feet. “Paulie? Is that you?”
A chuckle answered him as a figure dressed in black stepped out from the shadows behind the gravestone. In a flash, a scythe appeared in the figure’s hand. “You’re mine in….”
James tripped and his head struck a gravestone.