Another good one was the one where a young Robert Redford played “Mr. Death”. An old woman lived a paranoid existence because she was scared that “Mr. Death” would find her and she’d die. A young man (Redford) is attacked outside her basement hovel, and is pleading with her to help him. After trying to ignore him, she finaly helps him in. As she tends to his wounds, she tells him of her fear. Finally, he reveals that he is “Mr. Death”, and she’s scared. But finally, reluctantly, and after much convincing, she takes his hand...to find that dying wasn’t so bad after all. The story ends with them walking arm in arm out of the apartment, talking like old friends, with her corpse laying on her bed.
Loved Mr Death! He was a kinder gentler Mr. Death!