GOOD, Death replied. I WILL EXPLAIN LATER. They had reached the weapons check, after all, and Death was not about to discuss something so sensitive in front of strange - and to him, lifeless - faces. He waited mutely as the security glanced at him and, seemingly unperturbed, okayed him to enter the festival. He received his raffle ticket and stepped through the entrance, turning and waiting patiently for his companion to go through the same process.