Once upon a time, in a tiny town so bright, lived an old man named Mr. Splendiferous Wright. He had a garden with flowers so grand, admired by all across the land.

But one chilly night, under the moon's pale beam, the Grim Reaper appeared—a sight most extreme. 'I've come for you, dear Mr. Wright. It's your time,' he said in a voice soft as lime.

'Oh dear!' said Mr. Wright with a chuckle and cheer. 'But before I go, let's have some fun here. You see, dear Grim, my garden's a mess. Can you help me out?' He asked with finesse.

The Reaper replied with a sigh and a nod. 'A deal we can make, though it's rather odd.' So, side by side, they started to groom, making flowers bloom with a magical zoom!

With a flick of his scythe, plants stood tall and true. The Reaper smiled—a rare thing to do. They planted daisies, tulips, and beans, laughing together like marionette strings.

Soon the garden was glowing with life, making the Grim forget all about strife. 'This is quite grand,' he said with delight, 'Didn't know gardening could be such a sight!'

'Indeed!' said Mr. Wright with a twinkle in his eye, 'Come back tomorrow—be sure to try! For tonight, dear Grim, we part as friends. Let’s meet again when the moonlight bends.'

And so, Mr. Wright lived many more days, with the Grim Reaper visiting in whimsical ways. They'd garden, they'd chat, they'd laugh till they cried, forming a bond no one could deride.

Their story spread far in whispers and lore, inspiring friendships forevermore. So if you see a cloaked figure by night, greet him kindly, for it might be your Wright.

For sometimes, you see, it's friendship we find, in the unlikeliest places, with love intertwined. And thus ends the tale of the old man and Reaper, who made life a garden, with joy ever deeper.