no way out

No out A man coming home from work saw a shadow a figure leaning against a dead olive polishing his hoofs and sharpening his scythe. The man said no, you are too young to harvest he then took a plane to Madrid where he got employment at a legal office. the first day, he knocked on the door death sat in the chair and said from now on, you are my helper Go back home and dispose of your parents and their time has come, greatly disturbed the man took a plane home and the death was leaning against an olive tree a shadow on a sunny autumnal day. In the house, his parents said they had buried their son, but they did not see or hear him, and the man knew that henceforward he was Death`s little helper.