In the Garden of the Dead: Fantasy

In the garden of the dead, there were two trees. They were most annoying. They kept having living branches that Death had to prune and ferry to the Upperworld, to keep the trees properly dead. It got so bad that he began to feel like a gardener, and that simply wouldn't do. Some might use it as a metaphor, but he knew the weight of his job, and he enjoyed a peaceful dead garden, filled with things in their proper places that required no more action or attention from him. Living things might die, and then he'd have to shepherd them from one state to the next, but the dead offered no surprises.

So it was that Death decided he needed a gardener.

Inspiration: This picture: http://www.flickr.com/photos/violen/3512611964/ Also, we have two Russian olive trees, which are apparently the worst kind of tree to own ever, because parts of them constantly die randomly.
Potential: High, I think? Could be fun.
Notes: Something of a humorous tone, but not Pratchetty. Could be fun.