"Hi Barbara." Death liked talking in tones just above a whisper. It was fun, as if they were pretending to share some sort of secret.
"My friends call me Didi. I've been here a while. Maybe I can help?"
Death walked toward Barbara and shoved her hands into her pockets. Getting more accustomed to social interaction with the living, she didn't let on right away just how much she knew. Apparently it was rude.