An elderly grandma was waiting for a bus with her younger daughter when a tall dark figure in a hooded cloak approached. He was clutching a scythe, and they couldn’t see his face.

Horrified, the daughter quickly walked down the block away from the figure.

She turned around and realized her grandma was still back there, looking up at the figure.

“Nice hoodie,” the grandma said to the person in the cloak.

“Grandma!” shouted the daughter, from the end of the street. “What are you doing?”

The grandma yelled back, “I think I’m flirting with death.”

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