BratzBasher had a dream the other night. I don’t remember all of what she told me about it, but there was a part when she had to go down in a sort of elevator and meet with Death, who demanded she pay a tithe in fabric. This was a regular occurrence in the dream, but she was surprised one day to find that Death was not waiting for her. Then she heard a flush, and he later came hurrying into the room. I hope he washed his hands. Here is a picture she did on the computer, inspired by her dream:
Click on the image for an enlarged view. The script is worth the trouble.