Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Dead Like Me. I only wish I had thought of them first.
A/N: Joss Whedon is AWESOME.
George was not in a good mood. She had had a horrible night with little sleep. New neighbors had moved in next door and they had a tendency to leave their music up loud at all hours of the night. She had been halfway to their door last night when she recognized the song that was currently blaring and took it as a sign to go back home. "Don't Fear the Reaper" had to be someone upstairs telling her to go back to her apartment.
George barely said a word to Rube when she showed up at Der Waffle Haus to get her post-it.
"Mornin', Peanut”, He said in his usual good cheer.
"Yeah, yeah,” she said holding her hand out for her post-it. When he gave it to her she turned around and left without bothering to look at it.
She was halfway down the road when she finally looked.
"Cheese Guy? What the hell?"
The man’s name was literally Cheese Guy. George figured that either he had really
cruel parents or was very serious about cheese. Once she got past the name on the post-It, she had her answer. The man was going to die on the corner of Gouda and Gorgonzola at 2:37 pm.
George arrived to the assigned location at 2:34 pm. She knew right away who her target was.
She walked up to the man with the cheese toupee.
“I wear the cheese, it does not wear me,” he told her when she got close enough.
“Sure you do,” she said giving him a soul sucking pat on the arm.
The two stood on the corner for a moment in silence.
Just as George was about to make with the small-talk (probably centered around cheese) she saw a shadow out of the corner of her eye. Gravelings. They threw gravel on the sidewalk making an oncoming cyclist swerve into the cheese man. It was just a small bump really but the cheese toupee went flying. Cheese Guy jumped forward, arms outstretched, to catch the cheesy goodness before it hit the ground. Unfortunately, the Cabot Sharp Cheddar truck coming around the corner had different ideas.
The newly non-corporeal Cheese Guy stood with shoulders slumped.
"Aww, I missed." He said still staring at the splattered cheese that used to cover his head.
Just then, a swirly blue Cheese-Guy-heaven opened up not far away.
"Bright side?" George said pointing at the blue swirls. "Heaven."
Cheese Guy looked up for the first time at his very own heaven.
"OH!" He whispered in delight. "It looks just like Wisconsin!"
He raced forward and disappeared inside.
With a smile on her face George shook her head suddenly feeling much better about her day.