What sort of character is Death?

Are they funny, mad, or lucid?

Do they comfort you when passing, similar to what you did?

Do you find them lying next to you once your soul awakes, both of you surrounded by darkness?
Or do they swiftly take you, pulled into the dark that only hearkens.

What awaits us when we die, we won’t know until we do.

Though I can find comfort in the idea of death
if death is anything like you.