That's it! I'm dropping the skeleton and getting a GPS.
Death appears in many forms... some feel his touch in feathered wing across the brow... Some glimpse his shadow on a bedroom wall... And some see him tromping across their maths homework on his way to the annual Stilt Dancing Festival in Anguiano
There's my Deathy-poo! You know, he was the cutest little baby! Here, I have pictures!
Not Now, Death I'm Painting
Bones is he dead? Not yet Jim! Warp speed Mr Sulu!!!
Before the devil went down to Georgia...he played a few other gigs