Kurt Hummel knew how Death worked. Death crept up from behind and stole the mere memory of your very being in one chilling instant. And so did Kurt. Because Kurt was Death.

Kurt had not always been Death. No, once upon a time he had been one of the happiest teenagers in all of Lima, Ohio. He had been a talented high school junior when tragedy struck, and the cruel hands of Death stole him away. But, instead of passing on to Other World like all deceased do, Death snatched him up once more and proposed a job offer. Death’s interest in taking lives had passed and he longed to ‘retire’, if you will. And so, with a snap of the fingers and a whisper in the dark, Kurt was Death.

At first, Kurt had been amazed at the power he possessed. He could disfigure hearts, stop lives, cause pain, and much more. But, constant suffering could get even Death down. He tried to take his own ‘life’ on more than one occasion, failing to feel even the slightest bit of pain except for the loneliness of his heart. And so he continued on taking lives. In fact, that is where we find him tonight, on a deserted street in Westerville, Ohio, headed for the home of one Mr. Blaine Anderson.