“Forget the scythe, Goddamn it, I needed a broom or a mop. And I needed a vacation. A small piece of truth. I do not carry a sickle or scythe. I only wear a hooded black robe when it’s cold. And I don’t have those skull-like facial features you seem to enjoy pinning on me from a distance. You want to know what I truly look like? I’ll help you out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue. I actually feel quite self-indulgent at the moment, telling you all about me, me, me. My travels, what I saw in ‘42. “ (307) The connotation for death is a monster in a black robe with a scythe as a weapon. This is what scares people when what they should be scared of is themselves and what they can become. Death doesn’t need a weapon there are so many people dying that it needs something that can do the job. Death needs something that can take over the job so it doesn’t have to. Death is busy because of human actions such as World War II and the genocide that occurs. …show more content…
Making his way through all of it. On the surface: unflappable, unwavering. Below: unnerved, untied, and undone. “ (309) Death appears to be unfaltering but is really unsettled. Having to take the life out of a girl dying of cancer or a family’s home getting bombed with them inside. Through all the horrid scenes Death must