There's a lot that can happen in two years, and some of it only here-- [A tap of the index finger of both hands, tapping at each side of his head.] Which, of course, only makes it seem longer.

[Says the grim reaper who was convinced he had spent centuries here, at one point, complete with a complex set of crisp, vivid memories.]

And I mean there's no rhyme or reason to what causes a person to stay or be sent away. The phenomenon is revoltingly random. There's no predictability, no order to it at all!