The World

The World that Death inhabits is not unlike our own. It holds many characteristics that we might find familiar. Death has a job, an apartment, and friends. Death's job, quite simply, is to reap the energy of our world - what you and I know as life. This sounds rather gruesome, and to an extent it is. This is not to say that he is as grim as many of us believe. I won't expand upon that now. I will allow the comic to do that for me.

Allow me to expand now on the view you have of the "afterlife." It is what many would call the spiritual realm, heaven, hell, or just the other side of reality. The latter is the more accurate, though not entirely correct. It is not a place of spirits, spooks, and things that go bump in the night. It is, however, more real than that. If our own world is reality, his world is hyper-reality. It is where our creators live. And no, they are not the gods that we know. Think of our world, if you will, as a movie. The gods are the directors and writers (so much for free will - just kidding), ghosts and spirits are the crew, and the true creator is the producer. The one that fronts all the money. For you see, our world is a business.

The business is the aforementioned energy. Or at least, that is our primary export. The world of Death runs off our energy - as both food and fuel. Our world was created with a similar mindset as someone who makes an oil drilling rig, or someone who buys a farm (sorry, I had to go for that pun). The world was created, life arose, and it gets harvested when ripe (a.k.a. death happens). That is our world's primary function. It is not the only function we have.

When a sentient species develops on a world (and yes, we are not alone) something else happens. We become raised to a type of celebrity status. We are entertainment (and you thought reality TV was bad, you should see what we get the highest ratings for). We are sometimes friends (when you live forever, sometimes it's nice to make friends with beings who don't). We are important enough for them to set up a place for our souls to go when we die. That's what we know as Heaven, Hell, Fiddler's Green (not the place for concerts - that joke is only valid to residents of Colorado who have been here for a few years, void where prohibited), and other such mythological places. For you see, once a species because sentient, the life energy is no longer suitable for consumption and to prevent a backlog that could jam the system up, the afterlife was created. It's a good system.

That's where the gods come in. They act as marketing managers for their respective places. The price of admission is doing what they ask (because that was the best payment method they could of at the time - you should see the system they have worked out for some of the other planets). The gods work in an office. Death works in the same office. It may not be the best setup in the world, just ask Death after a hard day at the office, but it works.

And that's about all you really need to know. If more information is required, I'll put it here. Otherwise, just sit back and enjoy The Life of Death.