What are you gonna say?" Emma asked. " 'I'm not sure I want you back, but I'm sure I don't want your ex-con ex-girlfriend to have you, either'? Yeah. That'll start this little triangle off on the right foot.

So could we please not mob the three-thousand-plus-year-old reaper like tweens at a boy-band concert?

Sometimes I suspected Ryan was merely visiting the real world, on vacation from his permanent residence in la-la land.

So, what now? We’re friends?" Yeah. If friends could be in love, but not together. In sync, but out of touch. Willing to die for each other, but unable to trust.

So, you reap souls and crush hopes? Is that part of the job, or just a service you offer for free?

The school sent you flowers. I’m sure that totally makes up for the fact that they hired the psychotic, soul-stealing pedophile who murdered you in your own home.

In the end, it only comes down to one thing: choosing the one you can’t live without.