She appeared sitting on the grave, legs crossed, with a closed parasol resting on her shoulder. Death wore black skinny jeans that tucked into black motorcycle boots, a black belt with a silver buckle, a black tank top and black gloves. Her skin was not quite as pale as the tombstone; slightly more gray and luminescent like the moon, though that may have been due to his supernatural light source.
"It's a nice tombstone," she observed. Death hopped off the ledge of the tombstone and crouched down in front of the large dog. "Hey Mouse. it's been awhile."
Death reached forward and gave him affectionate ear scritches.