Every live thing contains a dead individual who is only waiting to die. The Auditors of Reality have expelled Death for the wicked act of creating a personality. Death adopts a new name and starts a job as a farmhand after being sent to live like everyone else. After all, he already has the scythe. And Death is just no longer an issue for humanity. Which results in the kind of turmoil that always results from the removal of a crucial public service. What should you do in the meantime if Death does not strike you down? The undead cannot be allowed to wander around like lost souls because anything could happen. especially when they realise that living is truly all there is to life.