Death is the anthropomorphic personification of the end of life on the Discworld. He is a tall skeleton who wears a black robe and SPEAKS IN CAPITAL LETTERS WITHOUT PUNCTUATION. He rides a pale horse called Binky, carries a scythe and an hourglass, and has a genuine, enduring fascination with humanity that he finds he cannot shake. He has taken apprentices, adopted a daughter, retired several times, and attempted to be human. He is not evil. He is not cruel. He is simply necessary, and he has spent several thousand years trying to understand why.