"Once again they stood their, after a hard nights work - Death and his companion. He looked at the old gravestones that stood there in the mist in the old graveyard, and he admired his work. His horse stood by his side and enjoyed the moonlight while his master walked around to read the stones. When Death was finished, he went back to the horse and took his head in his cold, hard hands. Even though he didn't said anythng, the horse could hear his masters voice in his head, saying: Let us continue now, my friend. There is still a lot to do before the night ends." I have been thinking about deaht for a lot of reasons latley, and I got this picture in my mind. I just had to draw it. Took me about seven hours to finish.