Death and I are old friends...

Yeah, me and Death go way back. I can't recall exactly where we met, but I've been running into Death a lot lately.

A lot of folks get confused by the look. The scythe and robes are just for show. Death wears a lot of disguises.

Last time I saw him in action he walked up to some poor bastard on the sidewalk with an unlit cigarette in hand. He mimed the "can I get a light" gesture to get in close, then POW. Death's icy grip shot under the guy's ribcage, picked him up, and shook the life out of him. That poor bastard got dragged down the sidewalk, head and feet scraping the sidewalk. Death tossed him on the back of his horse and rode off.

Death loves the "bodies over the saddle" look. Death watches a lot of spaghetti westerns.

I've never seen Death use the scythe. I heard tell that Death will show up in a John Deere Combine Harvester for the big jobs. Floods, bombings, that sort of thing. Yeah, Death buys American...