Daniel by @Mockeridge (Megan Mockeridge)

Ah, Daniel, how I love thee. The messenger of death. He doesn't actually kill you, but he tells you when you'll die. Out of courteously (and because many people died of fright at his appearance), he won't tell you until you only have a few minutes to live.

Every once a millennium he'll make a mistake. That's how I met him. He had me mixed up with an eighty-seven year old woman in St. Marie's Hospital. Oh, what a shock that was. He came back less than three minutes later apologizing profusely.