"I don't know because it's not your time. It's like driving without a road map. When someone dies, the path unfolds and leads me, and them, to where they're due." Death explained. "And I can't take you to-" Death chose her next word carefully. "To Heaven, because the living aren't allowed in."
A faint spark of light shone suddenly, illuminating the area, and the figure holding it. He looked at least six feet tall, and the light was shown to be an orb, attached to a tube running into what appeared to be its mouth. What looked to be octopus tentacles hung from where the nose should have been, and his eyes were a bright red.
Death regarded the newcomer and then managed a faint smile. They didn't show up unless they had something to say. "...What are you doing here?" she asked it.
The figure just watched the both of them, not speaking for the time being.