Terry Pratchett portrays Death (a.k.a The Grim Reaper), as a much maligned and misunderstood yet loveable skellington, deep down inside, and not as what is ultimately the most feared myth of our consciousness. As you can imagine, he is simply a skeleton in a long black cowl, but interestingly enough, his character is personified, mirrored off human beings: he has a house (albeit in the between dimension of life and death), with a bath that has four clawed feet. He has a manservant, Albert Malich (being the first Arch-Chancellor of Unseen University who tried to cheat Death because he didn’t want to die), a daughter called Ysabel (who is fat and annoying and likes pink), and a horse called Binky (pardon me for saying that I find that the most mind-bending name for Death’s horse ever imaginable.) Our man Death has a penchant for take-away curry, tends to suffer a bit from pensive introspective analysis, depression, and should be the last ‘anomorphic personification’(i.e creature of myth)to be asking the universal question: “Why are we here?” He also likes kittens. No-body ever really sees Death, and rather sees something out of the corner of their eye, at the edge of their consciousness, usually followed by this strange feeling that they were SURE they were talking to someone a minute ago and now he’s gone. With a voice like grinding tombstones, Death’s dialogue is always written in CAPITALS, and delivered with the same dry aplomb as that of a rock. Yet, he seeks to find out about humankind, and to explore the theories of ‘having fun’, ‘getting drunk’ and ‘making friends’. Humans do interest and confuse him, by their foibles and their ways, so it is understandable that with a character such as this, any