Disclaimer: I own neither BtVS nor Discworld. Anyone who believes I do should have their head examined.
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Death examined the life timer for one Elizabeth Anne Summers with curiosity. Generally he was only dispatched once to collect an individual, but in this particular case he had been dispatched twice already and was on standby for a third time. He hadn’t seen such a contorted timer since Rincewind, and at least he had the courtesy to STAY dead after he finally expired. Death tucked the timer back into the pocket of his robe and mounted his horse.
COME ALONG, BINKY. WE HAVE BUISNESS TO ATTEND TO.
Inside his pocket, the timer acquired one more bend in the glass.