King of Death wearing a golden crown, sits atop his golden throne. Ruler of all, ruler of nothing. Dynamic view from the side. Deaths skin and flesh have rotten away, pieces of it still clinging and draped off his brittle bones. His body slumped toward the camera, his head hangs listlessly over his right shoulder. His legs dangle haphazardly on the ground. The tarnished crown is askew atop his thin wispy hair and exposed skull. The throne is worn looking, dried blood caked into the crevices amongst the jeweled decor. The throne room is covered in a faded carpet the stretches out. Scattered about the room are piles of bones and blood of the fallen victims of Death. The style of the image is of a vintage oil painting from one of the great masters.