For psychotherapist Dr. Moon his seven o'clock appointment every Monday was the one that he dreaded the most. His client was the devil. The devil had been coming to Dr. Moon for a little over two months to complain about the problems in hell and how he thinks he is getting no respect.
There was a knock at the door. Dr. Moon opened up and it was the devil. The devil always came well dressed in a suit and a fedora propped up on his horns. The two men greeted and the devil sat down on the black leather couch opposite to Dr. Moon.
"So, Mr. Devil, let's say we pick up where we left off last time. You were complaining about the little devils going on strike and the lack of coal in hell. Your concern was that you won't be able to keep it hot enough. And, ah! Yes! You said that you were feeling edgy lately and concerned about about your blood pressure getting too high from your temper. How is the medication I gave you?"
"I haven't taken it."
"Because I don't want to."
"Okay. Are you feeling any better, have you been able to take the edge off or are you still feeling like you're going to become unhinged?"
"What kind of stupid question is that? I can't believe I'm paying you for this."
The truth was he hadn't paid anything yet.
"Now. Now. Dev, just relax, you're running hot."
"You relax. Before I put your head through the drywall."
"I told you last time that if you threaten me again that I will cease our sessions."
The Devil got up and leaned over Dr. Moon and said, "You better watch yourself Moon man or you're going to find yourself with pitchfork through your neck."
Dr. Moon got up and said, "You owe me $1000 for the last eight sessions."
The Devil started to laugh and said, "Go to hell." And with that he left the office slamming the door on the way out.
For the next several days Dr. Moon received continual death threats from the Devil and would not leave the office in fear of his life. Finally, he made the decision to call a mobster friend of his to handle the situation.
He placed that call. The phone buzzed three times when a man finally answered the line.
"Yes. It's me. You remember what we were talking about last week... well I want to go through with it."
The mobster said, "Are you sure? Putting a hit out on the Devil is heavy, heavy stuff and expensive. A billion dollars to kill the devil. There is only one man to do the job. I will contact him and he will come by your office to make plans. There is only one man I know of evil enough to do this job."
A day passed then Dr. Moon received a call from the mobster that the hitman would come by his office at midnight. Dr. Moon waited anxiously to meet the hitman.
Then at midnight there was a knock and a voice spoke through the door, "Dr. Moon, I was sent here because you require my services."
Dr. Moon opened the door.
The hitman was the Grim Reaper.