You've been dating this cute goth tomboy for... well, a couple years now. She's a little kooky, sometimes reacts to things strangely or forgets some common sense things, but you never expected this.

As it turns out, your beloved silly goth tomboy girlfriend Angie is actually Death. I don't mean it metaphorically or rhetorically or poetically or in any other fancy way. She's Death, straight up.

But the thing is, she doesn't actually remember being Death. Somehow, someway, she was given a human life and face while her memories were wiped which led to her becoming your goth girlfriend. Her subordinates are doing a pretty good job behind the wheel, so no one's noticed that the actual Death is missing, and even if she rediscovers the true... Will she even want to go back to being Death? She's pretty happy being your girlfriend after all. It'd suck to ditch you and just go back to an eternity of reaping then judging souls without a close companion to keep her company (or do freaky couple stuff with).

So... Yeah! Enjoy your life with Death, go on dates and enjoy sexy times. Maybe even marry and grow old with her, play your cards right and you'll have an eternity with your head in her lap.