Current mood:	refreshed
Entry tags:	char: death of the endless, char: dream of the endless, creator: neil gaiman, title: sandman

Time for some fun with everyone's favorite personification of Death!

8 Pages from the story "The Sound Of Her Wings", which is 24 pages total. From The Absolute Sandman, Volume One.

This is probably my favorite Sandman story from this collection. I was thinking about posting the diner story with Dr. Dee, since someone requested it. That one is another one of my faves, but it's also really creepy and messed up and I'm in a happy mood now! Maybe another time? Anyway, I think this one is enjoyable even if you've never read Sandman, so here goes!

This story is about the different ways people think about Death. Some people fear it, some will solemnly accept it when it comes, and others can laugh it off, or at least not take it too seriously. I think it's always good to be reminded that we're all just meat-sacks that can somehow think and create and love. It's probably not healthy to think about dying *too* much, but Death and Life are two sides of the coin.

We find Dream in the park. He's gone through...quite an ordeal, and he's being moody. Then we get...the first appearance of Death in this title! Time to depress the poor guy some more, right?





Death then asks Dream what's buggin him, he unloads his story, she berates him for being a dope. It's a great scene and I wish I could have posted more pages.
This next page is all for Death's peeved face and Dream in the last panel. Poor guy!



Then she has to go to work, and he comes with her. For cheering up, y'know!







The comedienne is pissed off that she died on stage, of course.

We also get these lines:
DEATH: ...gets me down too. Mostly they aren't too keen to see me. They fear the sunless lands. But they enter your realm each night without fear.
DREAM: And I am far more terrible than you, my sister.



Uggh...that page with the baby gets me every time.

We see a montage of dead people they visit. Dream thinks about what humans think about his sister's "gift", how they don't appreciate it.

There's a nice poem he recites. He thinks, "I walk by her side, and the darkness lifts form my soul. I walk with her, and I hear the gentle beating of mighty wings..."



I think everyone should hang out with Death for a day. I'd cheer up, wouldn't you? Go out and live your life; we all get just one.

Neil Gaiman, writer
Mike Dringenberg and Malcolm Jones III, artists
Daniel Vozzo, colors
Todd Klein, letters
Art Young, assoc. ed.
Karen Berger, ed.