The Grim Reaper requests the pleasure...

This blog is going for a few days' holiday by the sea on its island home somewhere in the English Channel.

For the duration its thoughts will, unwontedly, be with the living (ie, those who have not yet died). But it undertakes to return in dead earnest.

Mortified? Then while away some of the time calculating when you are going to snuff it.

Find the Death Clock here, then ink in the date on your invitation from Reaper G.

See it and shudder!