Mort (Discworld, #4; Death, #1)

by Terry Pratchett

“It would seem that you have no useful skill or talent whatsoever,” he said. “Have you thought of going into teaching?”

MANY THANKS FOR THE OFFER, said Death graciously. I SHALL THINK ABOUT IT MOST SERIOUSLY. AND NOW— “Goodbye,” Mort said, and was surprised to find a lump in his throat. “It’s such an unpleasant word, isn’t it?” QUITE SO. Death grinned because, as has so often been remarked, he didn’t have much option. But possibly he meant it, this time. I PREFER AU REVOIR, he said. THE END