In the 1970s/80s, we used to hang around rural crossroads at night, taking turns to stand wearing a hooded cloak, carrying a scythe. We'd slowly point a finger at oncoming vehicles. We stopped doing it after a car went in to the ditch. Sorry to all who thought they saw Death.
@fesshole if the Discworld novels taught me anything, if you'd spent too long playing the role of Death, you would've eventually become Him.
Dodged a bullet, just like you dodged a manslaughter charge.