Having awoken every single day for the past three weeks to a random bone being stolen and buried in the crew's yard and suspicious paw prints on his sheets, Death decided it was time to devise a plan to catch the culprit in the act. He prepared a fast-acting mild laxative and covered himself in it before crawling into bed. After a few hours, he heard it, an unmistakable voice screaming through HQ. @BuddyBigPaw had apparently stumbled across his laxative covered femur and had shit all over the banquet hall and was NOT happy about it! 

Death crawled out of bed and cautiously approached the scene unfolding in the corridor. He wasted no time in walking straight up to the big dog and declaring "Well sir, it seems being made of bones is not a good idea when living in a house of dogs... and now it smells like SHIT in here! I can't live in these conditions..." He called out to the housekeeper and told her the HQ would need a deep clean and the windows needed opened immediately. 

He then shook his head at the sheer fact it was the boss teasing him and stealing his femur nightly and laughed at the thought of being used as a chew toy. "Well boss, I think it's time I move on and setup in a place where my bones will stay firmly attached to my own body!" 


With that, he walks out of the headquarters and up the road, finding a rundown old morgue. "PERFECT!" he mutters to himself, bones amongst bones! "PURGATORY shall rise from these ashes."