"No." She deadpanned. "You would cease to be. Your counterpart would also vanish as would everyone else."

"WWWWOOOOOOWWW!!!" War Scribe gasped openly, "THE ULTIMATE WAY TO DIE!!! NON-EXISTENCE!!! COOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLL!!!"

Death just shook her head.

"What?!" War Scribe held up her hands, "You make it sound like Death by non-existence is a bad thing!"

"Non-existence. It would be as if you never were. The universe would be devoid of life and I would be out of a job." Death muttered under breath.

"Really?!" War Scribe exclaimed in pure disbelief, "Well, let me ask you this question: If you can't be death any more, Death, then what would you do for a living?"

"I was never alive to begin with, War Scribe. I just am." Death groaned.

"Noooo! You missed my pun," War Scribe responded in pure glee, "I am asking you as 'Death' what you would do for a living. Get it?"