My version of the Grim Reaper:

Gabriel the Angel of Death needs no introduction, for we all have witnessed his work at one time or another. Spanning eternity wherever you may find the living, Death holds no allegiance or morality, he just does his job without question harvesting the souls of the recently deceased with his black scythe and containing them within his soul lantern. Through most generations of retellings, Death's appearance is that of a skeleton cloaked in a tattered, hooded robe. Although it is in fact his main appearance, Death most definitely has the ability to take on human shape, mimicking skin and hair from a lamented fusion of blood and black sand. Neither male nor female, Death may choose the form of a trusted loved one of yours, or a dear friend. Whatever or whoever makes the trip to the afterlife just a little bit easier.

When in true form, Death dawns liquid paper white skin and long black hair, occasionally switching genders depend on his mood, but still goes by male identifications. His Tattered robe then revamps itself into a black and blue robe said to resemble that of a Japanese Kimono as well as an Egyptian garb, somewhat of a fusion of Earthly clothings. When in skeleton form, his robe materializes back into it's familiar tattered hood and his skin liquidizes into the black blood sand that takes the shape of butterflies. Why butterflies? For butterflies are the true harbingers of Death, not the raven.

So should you be on your way in your everyday life and spot some butterflies fluttering in the same direction, turn back... because they just might be the last thing you ever see, before the deep blue eyes of Gabriel sets his sights on you.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdtdPkMySRA