Hey now, sparky, you don’t wanna go over there. It ain’t pretty, and seein’ your own mangled corpse sure as heck ain’t gonna improve your day one bit. Good thing old Sam plucked you when he did; that woulda hurt like the dickens. Hi, I’m Jimbo, and I’m your new boss! What’s that? No, you don’t really have that job anymore, or at least you won’t when your boss finds out about your unfortunate accident. In case the whole “mangled corpse” thing didn’t give it away, you’re dead. Well, not really dead, but you’re not alive anymore. Some folks call it being ‘undead,’ but that kinda talk gives me the heebiegeebies. Anyway, since Sam’s moved on to bigger and better things, you’re his replacement. Some people try to candy coat what we do and call themselves “terminal episode guidance specialists” or some such nonsense, but that’s just a buncha two-dollar words. You’re a Grim Reaper now, ace!