At a ceremony in front of the town fountain, the mayor of the small city bestowed upon me the title of “Town Magistrate.” He then handed me a black robe, the official garb of the honorific position. “It would be very pleasing to me if you’d put the robe on and say a few words,” the mayor said.
I leaned over to the mayor and whispered, “If it’s all the same to you, Mr. Mayor, I’d rather not. I fear that donning that black robe makes me look rather like a corpse. With my thin bearing and my pale complexion, all you’d need to do is give me a scythe and I’d look like the Grim Reaper, you know what I’m saying?”
“I do,” said the mayor. “What could be better than a visit from the Grim Reaper for the town’s Halloween celebration?”

Written for these daily prompts: My Vivid Blog (fountain), The Daily Spur (city), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (title), Your Daily Word Prompt (garb), Word of the Day Challenge (pleasing), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (corpse).
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The mayor has a very valid point 😁
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Hey, Halloween, right?
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Judgement day!
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That mayor! 😂
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Haha! The mayor is a clever one. 🙂
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The grim reaper appears! Nice story!
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Thanks.
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You’re welcome.
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Love this! A visit from the grim reeper, now that sounds like an adventure!
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