I moaned about life so much I dragged Derick, Mr Death, into it. Now I’m stuck in a four week "fix me or finish me" adventure. The final week is with Derick himself. This is fifty percent useful, the real truth about life, death, and what actually matters, and fifty percent absolute madness. Fewer jokes. No hiding. Just decisions, consequences, and the reality I’ve been avoiding. If I make it through this, maybe I’ll finally start to care about waking up.