““Death often likes to arrive unnoticed. Unheralded. Like a guest who is unfashionably early for a party, Death likes to slip in among the other visitors before anyone has a chance to notice he is present. Seldom is he invited, he simply assumes that, eventually, everyone will want him there. Such is his prowess. When the other guests see Death--guests like Pain, who is doubled over in the corner; Grief, the puddle in the middle of the room; and Sadness, hiding pathetically within the shadow of the door--they all look away for fear that they might make eye contact with him. Although Death shows up without an escort, he never leaves the party alone. He always takes Life with him, clinging to his arm, when he departs.””
