Believe me, you will be grateful for this persistence. God knows, finding another Under Six Feet is much harder than finding another GA or CSI.
You were smashed to death by the toilet lid that fell from the sky. You become a god of death. You find that the world after death is even harder than when you were alive. Reaper's awesome job turned out to be voluntary labor, and you have to find another job to support yourself. You think you are free from the sea of bitterness, but the sea of bitterness is boundless. Repetitive work, annoying colleagues, hard-earned wages are deducted by the tax bureau, pensions, and health care. You can't even afford a hamburger with a ham in it. And your bad family. Your father cheated, your mother was neurotic, and your sister was adolescent. You returned to the home you never cherished before, and then fled in embarrassment. You try to help someone who is about to die, you secretly give a dog named JD to your family, you think you can change, but damn it, everything just gets worse.
By the way, you still have a fellow Death partner. But look at them, the selfish beauties, the drug addicts, the violent and indifferent Mexicans, and Giddon.
Well, you know, dogma is inevitable about things like death. Whatever it is, it's really good to be alive, especially in this show.
Finally, I don’t know if it’s aesthetic fatigue. In addition, JJ also appeared in one of the episodes with friendship, which is much younger than the CM, and it is very young and beautiful.
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