this isn’t a new or revalatory take but there is something i adore about how immensely loving about the human inclination to personify death is. like, we realised that we won’t be there to help the ones we love when they cross over to where we can’t follow, so we made them (and ourselves) someone who can
which makes the popular culture conception of death as this intimidating skeletal figure clad in scary-looking hooded black robes and holding a scythe so much funnier