[is confronted by a hooded figure with a scythe]

Yes? [pause] Is it about the hedge?

I am the Grim Reaper.

The what?

The Grim Reaper. I am Death.

Yes, I see. Well, the thing is, we've got some people from America over for dinner tonight, and-

Who is it, darling?

It's a Mr. Death or something. He's come about the reaping? I don't think we need any at the moment.