Yeah, as I recall (I haven't read it in a hella while), I didn't much give a shit about Windle Poons or any of the rest of the "people can't die this is bad" shenanigans, but I love Death as Bill Door so fucking much. And that ending! *clutches heart* "What can the harvest hope for, lord, if not for the care of the reaper man?" I can't even articulate why, but that gets me every fucking time.
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