Ok, after having slept almost all day, (and still not able to get my blood sugar under control), I'm more or less awake and ready to continue.
Grim looked Jon over, and listened to us as we begged and pleaded for his life. Jon, just hovered there. I'm sure he was overwhelmed by all this and not sure what to do. It certainly isn't what he normally saw when someone passed on. No little chats with the Grim, just someone turning into a ghost and zipping into an urn or something.

"Oh, dear. This really IS bad timing isn't it? That looks like it was going to be a wonderful masterpiece. Well, sorry but business IS business after all."

He laid Jon's tombstone down and took out that horrible scythe. No matter what we said or how I begged we could see it was hopeless. Still, we continued to try.
Poor Jon. He never completed his life time wish because of me! He spent all his time sculpting and painting instead of playing his music and becoming more famous.

Grim went through this whole routine of looming and talking and carrying on.



Just as he was getting well into his ceremony, Jon got bored and decided he had to pee. He began to drift away. Maybe he thought he'd be able to avoid the whole thing and it was just some bad food he ate or a horrible nightmare. Maybe he wasn't really awake yet.



He should have known. You can't escape the Grim.


Jon tried to explain to Grim that he still had a lot of things to do. He even promised to make an eternal ice sculpture of him.

Crushed by the stubborn insistence of Grim that he must go now, Jon bowed to the inevitable and then leaped up. He had the last word. Instead of following Grim's instructions Jon had decided he would live forever too and leaped into the statue he had been sculpting and NOT into that awful tombstone. He chose his own monument.



"Well, well, well. I've never had one do that before. I'll leave you to your grief. Just go and tidy up a bit. You've left some spoiled food out. Don't worry, I'll clean up for you."





True his word as always....

Just as he was about to leave..

Justin put down his breakfast and followed after him. I assumed he wanted to ask one more time if he could have his dad back. Imagine my amazement when this discussion took place!






What WAS he thinking!!? This is DEATH he's talking to! Maybe he thought he could mellow him out for the next time he had to pay a visit?
Grim finally broke away when Justin turned around and just vanished in his usual puff of black smoke. That night, needing comforting, Justin slept beside me the way he used to when he had bad dreams as a little boy.
Life goes on, and so must we. For all eternity my handsome boy will be with me, but the love of my life is gone and throwing away that ambrosia and death flower looks better and better. Not able to face things the way they were, I got my hair done, changed my wardrobe, and hoped for a better day.