Story 93: "Selfie with the Reaper"

In the desolate land of Grimwood Cemetery, the air was thick with the scent of decay. Skeletal figures, once feared as the harbingers of death, now stood huddled together under the dark, stormy sky. But tonight was no ordinary night.

Tonight, Death had discovered social media.

The Grim Reaper, cloaked in his usual dark, tattered robe, stood at the center of the crowd, holding up a shiny new smartphone. His bony fingers fumbled with the device as he struggled to frame the perfect shot.

"Alright, everyone, gather in! I need this to be epic," the Reaper called out, his hollow voice echoing through the graveyard. The skeletons obeyed, forming a tighter group around their master. Some straightened their spines, others adjusted their skulls to the right angle.

"Hey, Reaper, how about you give us a smile?" one of the skeletons quipped, earning a chorus of rattling laughs from the others.