Terry Pratchett, Soul Music

Actual soil presumably begins a little closer in, at the cornfields. Death added these after a brief spell as a mortal (chronicled in Reaper Man), a state which he felt was fine to visit but you wouldn’t want to live there and perhaps this is why almost everyone ends up leaving. He did spend a lot of time on a farm, where he brought in the harvest – on his return, he created cornfields of his own. They seemed to fill some need in him. He occasionally walks out into the fields and watches them, and listens to them. The grain is permanently golden, permanently ripe and is never, ever, harvested.

–Terry Pratchett, Death’s Domain

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