Death

Death has the body of a model, the clothes of a poet, and the smile of your best friend. She wears a top hat for ufn, her ankh necklace for power, and carries a big black umbrella for when traveling to the "sunless lands." I wonder what she smells like? I'm sure it's fresh and clean and her laugh must be tinkley or maybe it's warm and chuckley, but whatever it is, Death laughs a …

…wasteful of our time here. What I appreciate is, is that Death never tells the people she is with what to do. She accepts everyone and understands why they are the way are. She likes people (even if they are sad or old or young or nasty) so that they really begin to trust and like themselves too; instead of ending they can start beginning. They get what everyone else gets. The get a lifetime.