Sometimes even the Grim Reaper needs a few days off, his bunions do torture him so. On such occasions, he's forced to turn to his pet ravens to pick up the slack. Can't have people not dying, can we?

Worried that a dozen birds ambling up when you've had your puff lacked the gravitas their master brings to proceedings, the avian interns opted to actually impersonate him with a variation of the Three Kids In A Trenchcoat gambit.

Height: 28cm