A/N: Well, here goes attempt number two to revise and continue posting this thing. XP
What man, when faced with Death himself, will not struggle to his utmost to slip the terrible, final grasp of those cold and boney fingers? Will not do his best to writhe away from the sword which threatens to transfix him?
But sometimes, Death comes in the guise of someone so dear to the heart, so trusted, that all thought of struggle is banished, and the only possible reaction is a blank and unbelieving stare.