What I ALWAYS remember about Mort, is the fly-fishing part. OMG, i laughed like crazy! It's BRILLIANT
'The thing between Death's triumphant digits was a fly from the dawn of time. It was the fly in the primordial soup. It had bred on mammoth turds. It wasn't a fly that bangs on window panes, it was a fly that drills through walls.'
The rest of the book is amazing. I feel like in this book, DW goes to a new place, shows a little more deepness and darkness (even when equal rites did it before, but being lighter than Mort) and establishes loud and clear Death as a main part of the world. I mean, after Mort, I cannot imagine a DW without Death, my most beloved character, i think (sorry, granny is staring at me
Well, statistically speaking, it is possible to find the right wall...
(Demons!! - A short history)