One, I don't reap them. They die. Soul stays in the body. Screaming, suffering. I missed a reap once thinking the universe would sort it out. The guy was aware of his own autopsy.
Two. I stop the death. I step in. They live, but they weren't supposed to. Their soul dies, slowly. Inside them. They're never really happy, nor is anyone around them. They exist but, they shouldn't.