Death attempted walking on her hands. She didn't quite have the balance to do so which meant there was a lot of falling. Most the time she fell forward and caught herself on her feet. Sometimes she fell backward which was the most painful. A few other times it was more or less an ungraceful flop on her side.
On the plus side, Death was getting better. Unfortunately better meant she could make it about four steps. Her clothes never seemed to get dirty and she never fell into the beautiful flower displays. The only indication of her presence was the amount of fresh earth caked on her hands.
When she saw Ted she stopped for a moment (to avoid crashing into him) and sighed contently.