Death personified and his adopted son, Ayden Cain, are discussing the reason for Death's visit. An Archeologist has an artifact that will let him destroy the world and they must stop him from making a human sacrifice.
"Apparently, not all gods are infallible. Some are downright stupid." Death leaned back on two legs of the chair and finished his beer. "Nebuchadnezzar used his crown as the cornerstone of the Hanging Gardens. He sealed it in a golden box with three silver keys."
"Should have throw it in the royal crapper."
"His successor did just that. Our intrepid archeologist dug it out." Death gave Ayden an eye-rolling gotcha grin.
Ayden splayed both hands to either side of his face and made like a little boy. "Daddy what did you do today? Well son, today I dug up 2500 year-old shit to find a crown that will let me destroy the world and your Momma to. Aren't you proud of me?" Ayden laughed. Death just rolled his eyes, [Again?] tsk'ed and acted blasé.
"You're high? Maui wowie?"
"Mexicali nu-cue-lar, rolled on the loins of Aztec warriors. Guaranteed to put a smile on your face no matter what."
"Like an Aztec sacrifice."
"That too! I bought it special for you." Ayden opened an earthen jar and removed a cigar-sized doobie. He lit the end, took a drag and handed away. Death took a drag like to stone an elephant, turned bluish and tried to cough up a lung. His eyes, once hellfire red, dilated to soft amber.
"Strong shit. So this is high? I never seen these colors. I feel, happy, and I never feel happy. Why, I'm high enough to die, so die I will. Got some chips?" Death giggled and chuckled long enough to curdle a dead man's heart if one had been around to hear it. [New paragraph, including next line:] Ayden's took several drags.
"I need that," Ayden's [His] hesitation disappeared.
"I can sever the pain nerves." Death asked, all dreamy eyed.
"No, dying I can handle, living is hell. Let's go."
[Hard to be boring when one of your characters is Death. Good one.]