Charles van Williams, age: 35. Has 3 obnoxious, bratty kids, a cheating wife, and a crappy job. This sorry fella was about to jump off the top of the “big ben” clock on March 29, 2011 at 5:29 p.m. in London, England on the stormiest day of the season. He was ready to jump when he hears a voice from behind. There, was a pale and skinny young man, looked about 21 years old, and dressed in a dark zip-up hoodie and dark jeans, a goatee sprouted from the front of his chin. He stood there, watching Charles with such an impatient look in his dark and stormy eyes. The boy spoke “so, you going to jump yet or what?”
“What,” Charles ask. The boy sneered, looking like he waiting for him so he can go back inside.
“I said, ‘are you going to jump yet or what’, I mean I’m very busy and I don’t want to spend all my time for you to grow some balls to jump. Now, either you jump or go back to your whore wife and nut-job kids.” Strangely, the boy had a point. So, with a final breath, Charles leapt of the edge and flew to the ground below. His body pancaked against the cement with a horrible SPLAT! But, then Charles opened his eyes to find himself back on top of big ben, the boy standing next to him. “Whoa, that was one hell of a drop,” he said as if he’d seen all of this before. “Well, time to go,” he continued.
“Go where and who are you?” Charles asked with a worried tone.
“Well, you just committed suicide, so you’re going down to Hell.” He said with a grin. “As for whom I am, people called me Thanatos, the dark angel, and even just
Death. But my name is Dante and I am your escort to the afterlife.”