There’s this awesome character in the Terry Pratchett books, his name is Death. He has kind of this half wonderful, half terrible existence. Note now that Death doesn’t actually kill people, he merely assists progression, it’s difficult to describe. Death frequently tries to escape to try understand ‘humans’ by ditching his role for something along the lines of being a chef. In short, he’s a skeleton that rides around on a big white horse called Binky, he keeps his scythe in an umbrella stand, people mostly don’t seem him because they don’t want to, and he talks LIKE THIS -with authority.
The curious thing about Death is that he as as real as the Pratchett characters get. I’ve just finished reading ‘Mort’ and there is a scene in which he begins to take on Death’s role – Mort becomes this intensified reality, more real than anything else in DiscWorld.
I find it interesting. I’m not really sure why.
Perhaps it’s that life-death, intensified living thing? Or perhaps I’m just a nerd averaging one Pratchett book a week (And it’d be more probably if my supply was in-house).
