Thursday, March 21, 2013

New Show: A Day in the Life of Death

Undead Machinery's new show, A Day in the Life of Death will be launched this spring. The Grim Reaper walks you through his daily routines and voices his opinion -on the internet, no less! Get a preview here:

Sunday, March 17, 2013

The Grim Reaper makes a vlog

The first video on UM goes to the Grim Reaper! Give it up for America's favorite Death God as he discovers Youtube:

Ask the Reaper about Life and Marriage

Yesterday, I received the following from a certain Christina:
Greetings, sir.... 
I thought it would be nice to send you a little note, offering you my greetings and good wishes. I run a roleplay tumblr account, where I am Death's Wife (yes, your wife...sorry if this offends you).
I have fascination for you, and what your 'life' is like. I hint at what my life is like, being married to you as my character, but maybe I can hear from the real guy. 

Wife! I don't recall ever getting married. Damn it, Vegas is coming back to haunt me. Anyhow, I am not the least bit offended, and thanks for the good wishes as those are always welcome.

My "life" you say? Well, now that you mention it, I have a little video coming up about it. I work a good deal cleaning up after ghosts, minimizing evidence of the afterlife on earth (not the best at that, I'll admit) and generally keeping living, dead, and undead affairs in order. I have plenty of Death God colleagues such as Ogbunabali, Hades, Osiris, Oya, Iku, Kali, Nergal...etc that work in different parts of the world, but I usually perform tasks in the United States and go on frequent business trips in Europe.

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My office is where I get most of the paperwork done, filing and categorizing souls. There is usually some issue or other happening on earth, so I spend a considerable amount of time sorting out hauntings, graveyard invasions, doomsdays, poltergeists and every once in a while possessions - which, I will add, are often taken care of by priests. Demons are not my specialty. Other than that, my downtime consists of sleeping, food and finding wifi at parties. Tell me, apparent spouse, what is your life like?

Your friendly neighborhood Death God,

The Grim Reaper

P.S: If you would be so kind, dear lady, as to supply me with your tumblr url it would be uber appreciated. I am intensely curious.

To ask questions (or matrimonies) send a mail to

Up next: videos!

Undead Machinery will be introducing a new set of entertainment: videos. Stay tuned ghouls, gals and various creepy creatures while I return some videotapes. The Youtube channel will feature characters such as the Grim Reaper, the Doctor, Annoying Arvie and others in brand new series, vlogs and radio shows!

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Rejected Take Your Kid To Work Day comic

Here's a rejected Take Your Kid To Work Day comic.

Ask the Reaper about Mortality

Yesterday, I received a mail from a mortal named Ryan:

As a mortal, I am aware that I hold a contract with you that will one day expire.

Dearest perishable living and breathing Ryan, the answer to this statement is both yes and no. If you are like the majority of human beings on this earth, you shall someday kick the bucket. However, if you were to become immortal someday, your contract would extend indefinitely. Who's to say that is not to happen? Here's another thing: when your contracts ends, you might start a new one in the Underworld. You might decide to go "unded 4 lyfe" as a vampire or ghoul. In that case the first one may expire, only to make place for a new one.

Anyhow, props to you for being self aware! Mortality rocks.

Your friendly neighborhood Death God,

The Grim Reaper

To ask questions (or statements) send a mail to

Monday, March 11, 2013

Dear Grim Reaper > death Inc. > Page 6 (choose the ending!)

  It was a hot sunny day. Well, at least for the living. Madison sat at a desk next to the Reaper’s, in his large office. The temperature in the Underworld was neither hot nor cold, and escaping there at the end of the day had become a slight relief in this month of July. Her desk was slightly smaller, and less imposing than his grand oak wood bureau. She was working away on a typewriter, parchment pouring over the desk to rest lazily on the floor. Sorting names under deceased, living and undead had proven to be a tedious task. Work advanced more rapidly, however, now that school was out of the way. She was the Reaper’s assistant full time. The year had gone by successfully, juggling classes with work. She had signed her contract in September on her first visit to Death Inc., and it was now July. As it turned out, most of what had to be done was typing and barring out names, signaling disturbances on earth, such as hauntings or poltergeists, and occasionally accompanying the Grim Reaper to meetings, conferences and various missions on earth. Things had turned out to be pretty entertaining for the most part. It certainly broke the usual routine. They once even intervened, with father Patrick, in an exorcism gone wrong. She had been introduced to Persephone -a really cool chick- Osiris, Hades, ElegguĂ  and tons of other death deities. She even watched Star Wars with Lucifer on Fridays. That guy was such a nerd. In other words, all was going well. So well, in fact, that it was abnormal, like an awkward silence. The year had breezed by, and it felt as though something had been forgotten in the process. Something that had occurred in September was still unresolved… Madison stopped typing for a minute, and thought of this. Something big had been forgotten along the way, and she knew what it was. The silence was about to be broken.

“Ooooh, donuts!” She lifted her head from the extensive list to find the Grim Reaper picking from a box of oddly colored donuts. The pastries appeared to be made of black dough, topped off with a multitude of icing colors varying from slime green, electric blue, to blood red and pumpkin orange. Lucifer proudly displayed the box in front of his friend.