On the magic-saturated Discworld, anthropomorphic personifications take on a life (or, in DEATH's case, an existence) of their own.
Death is a seven-foot tall skeleton with pinpoints of blue fire in his eyesockets; he is not the ruthless destroyer of legend, but rather a timeserver who has all Eternity to serve.
He tries very hard to understand mortals, but this effort is largely negated by his utter lack of anything even remotely resembling a sense of incongruity or a sense of humour. He does care for them, and in Reaper Man he defended them to Azrael against the soullessness of bureaucracy.
"THERE'S NO JUSTICE. THERE'S JUST US."
"LORD, WHAT CAN THE HARVEST HOPE FOR, IF NOT THE CARE OF THE REAPER MAN?"
Death can be summoned by the Rite of AshkEnte, which requires either
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