Ahem. My friend Death, why are you feared? Why are you hated so? What have you done so wrong, are you not kind?

Do you not take your clients from their miseries, and swiftly too?

More so, should they not fear life who send their loved ones on roller coasters with pitfalls and jumps and nauseating loopholes without a seatbelt to hold them in?

But you- benevolent and alone.

And yet, still you embrace us- "the cold embrace of death"- yes you, embrace us. Is it your fault that your hands are cold?

Death, he is not evil.

He is creature and wise.

My friend Death, when my time comes- be it now or in a week or in fifty years- know it was never you I feared- so I am prepared.

And though I am not scared, will you hold my hand?

Because I wish to share with you compassion unlike anything you've probably ever had.