Death and her fine friends

She was called Death and was feared by everyone. In spite of she being kind and tender, nobody liked her. She could be found round a fire in the darkest nights, dancing alone merrily, singing loudly, full of excitement. Some times she was sad and wore a painful look, staring at nowhere, all silent, with downcast eyes. Some other times she didn't wanted to work. How lovely she looked in her blue dress, waiting and hoping for hundreds of guests to come to her cocktail party. But no one came and she sat on the porch steps and cried. Do not cry, my dear, eventually every one will come to you and you will be happy, but, sad thing, unemployed.