Death.

Old Woman: No please, let me kiss my child.
Death: Follow me.
Man: No please, let me tell her to move on.
Death: Has Death any time for goodbyes? Follow me while it's nice.
Lady: Please I beg of you, give me two minutes. I can't just leave him behind. Please. Please.
Death: Do you love your beloved this much?
Lady: Yes. Yes. I do.
Death: Then, his spirit shall be asked of him, this instant.
Lady: No!
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