The simple truth was that wherever Death walked, people just drifted out of the way.

Death walked over to his horse, and then remembered something.

"Death walks faster than the wind and never returns what he has taken."

Death," said Oloru, "may not walk where nothing has died.

Death walked toward the king, weighing his sword in his hand.

Death is always walking along behind you in your tire tracks.

Death walked thoughtfully across the hill to the place where a large white horse was placidly watching the view.

Mama was holding the baby in her arms when Death walked in the door.

Death walks ever with that daughter of yours, old man.

Death walked with him as he crunched over the rubble toward the three Cardassians and the human.