“There’s a tale in the Caballa that suggests that the Angel of Death is so beautiful that on finally seeing it (or him, or her) you fall in love so hard, so fast, that your soul is pulled out through your eyes.” – Neil Gaiman
If you have never read any thing by Neil Gaiman and/or you don’t read graphic novels (comics), I would like to suggest that you make it a point to read Neil Gaiman’s Sandman stories. They are a beautiful synthesis of images and stories that tell a series of tales about The Lord of Dreams and his Endless family. His family consists of himself Dream, Death, Destiny, Desire, Despair, Delirium, and Destruction. His tales of the Endless are tragically far to short, but worth every moment.
Death is my Tarot card, so perhaps I was fated to by enchanted by this delightful personification of death.
“I’m not merciful or blessed. I’m just me. I’ve got a job to do and I do it….When the first living thing existed, I was there. Waiting. When the last living thing dies, my job will be finished. I’ll put the chairs on the tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind me when I leave.” – Death