Diego Rivera Nude with Calla Lilies

Diego Rivera Nude with Calla LiliesGustav Klimt The Tree of LifeGustav Klimt Expectation (gold foil)
inside his robe and produced an hourglass in which black sand coursed between a spiked iron latticework. He gave it an experimental shake. AND DUE TO LIVE ANOTHER THIRTY, THIRTY-FIVE YEARS, he said, with a sigh.
'And he goes QUESTIONS AFTERWARDS.
'Wait,' said Mort, wretchedly. 'It's not fair. Can't you stop it?'
FAIR? said Death. WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT FAIR?around killing people?' said Mort. He shook his head. There's no justice.'Death sighed. No, he said, handing his drink to a page who was surprised to find he was suddenly holding an empty glass, THERE'S JUST ME.He drew his sword, which had the same ice blue, shadow-thin blade as the scythe of office, and stepped forward.'I thought you used the scythe,' whispered Mort.KINGS GET THE SWORD, said Death. IT'S A ROYAL WHATSNAME, PREROGATIVE.His free hand thrust its bony digits beneath his robe again and brought out King Olerve's glass. In the top half the last few grains of sand were huddling together.PAY CAREFUL ATTENTION, said Death, YOU MAY BE ASKED