(Horace tries to fix T.V. but falls down, hits floor hard. He stops moving)
Bar patron: Oh my God! Is he dead? I think he might be dead!
Death: Oh, did you hear that? Noah Wyle here thinks he might be dead. Step aside junior. (Walks to Horace and pokes him with his scythe) Nope, he's just knocked out. Damn! I drove all the way out here! I had to cancel another appointment! Never like to be too far away from Mike Wallace.
(Cuts to Mike Wallace using a type-writer. Death is sitting in a lounge-chair reading a newspaper behind him. Mike stops typing, and Death looks up from his paper. Mike resumes typing and Death goes back to reading his paper)