I`ve been making a list of the things they don`t teach you at school. They don`t teach you how to love somebody. They don`t teach you how to be famous. They don`t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don`t teach you how to walk away from someo...
It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But the half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor.
Firstly, there is no such person as Death. Second, Death`s this tall guy with a bone face, like a skeletal monk, with a scythe and an hourglass and a big white horse and a penchant for playing chess with Scandinavians. Third, he doesn`t exist either.
This is a work of fiction. All the characters in it, human and otherwise, are imaginary, excepting only certain of the fairy folk, whom it might be unwise to offend by casting doubt on their existence. Or lack thereof.