Life of a Death

Why is no one celebrating my birth? wondered Death. After all, it was its first day.

All Death saw were pitiful eyes. It tried, in vain, to understand the world around it.

It wondered why its power—to make everything immortal—went unacknowledged.
With its arrival, no one would age in memory; they would be carried forward with the same unchanging face.

Death did not try to convince the world.
It simply did what it was meant to do—and immortalised.