I see Death as a lonely old creature, a man of solitude who often at times is sarcastic - weaves intelligence into his rhetoric - A cunning being with cunning conversation. Still, even through these traits, I see him as a very pleasant character. A man that's wit is actually rather charming.
I feel for Death. After years of both his cold exterior and rather gruesome appearance leading people to believe he is infact ‘unapproachable’, most of his encounters with people have lead to demises and, at best, half hearted friendships.
It's surprising Death even can conjure up a smile, but he does. And he does it with a certain elegance that only Death could wear - A grim faced, slightly sadistic smirk that habituates its self from one corner to the other. Death wears this smile in order to invite, but while it is a sight to see, his intentions are mis uninterpreted. As if his grin is one last reminder for all the sadistic smiles they have faced in Death's acquittance's life, like the bully who smiled when teasing you, or the aggressively hated boss, who smiles first thing on a Monday morning.
Death shrieks fear into the hearts of his unexpected acquaintances. Death has seen many denouements, well, the matter of the fact is that he’s seen them all. Some less tragic then others, but most equally and ultimately as tranquille.
History never mentions the role of Death in major history events - 'death' is mentioned but not Death himself. He is merely dismissed; his counterpart is apparently nothing but mere folk law, a hushed tale that only gossip-full house wives and naive children whimper among their friends. He’s always there though. Maybe not in the photographs, but he is. Sometimes lurking in the background, bearing his peace to those around him; sometimes in the heart of the action.
Business is business to Death - He works his way in and out every demise, does the job, and there! That’s all right and dusted, right? He has to do what he has to do.
But even Death, the grimmest of them all, still finds him self questioning his role in life (the irony kills). What exactly is your role in life if it is all just to take it away? God - life is hard. So is death. Everything is hard. Life sucks.
Even Death fears 'death' him self. Often he finds himself questioning if there will be a time where his own ghostly friend will visit, and he will be laid to rest in peace. IN a sense, he is very hopeful that this will happen.
He often debates with his acquaintance - the human - as to ”What will happen next?” which the now soulless and scared human curiously asks. ”We wait” Replies death, in a slightly subdued tone, and a small gasp breathe..
Death is a lonely creature - He is simply too much of a solitary man to commit. He has made a few friendships in his time, but he seldom sustains them. When you encounter Death, make some polite conversation. Tell him how that the new stife suits his figure - compliment his handy work; Maybe ask him how his day went. But whatever you may converse about, do not fear him. Don’t hold haste or spite against the bones in which he takes a ghastly appearance. You may notice Death. Sitting on your sofa, enjoying the latest current affairs, for a split second you see him lurking behind the lamp shade.
You may see him in the hospital, watching the heart monitor fall from a great height to a devastating low - you may notice his comforting but cold touch sweep across your shoulder when this happens. You may see him on the street, casually walking along with the hustle and bustle. Don't be afraid of this.
And, also, remember that we all share the same demons. Even a demon its self. Death has insecurities and anxieties, too. So treat Death as you wanted to be treated, smoke a cigarette if you want to flirt with him.
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