Death only has so much capacity to truly appreciate colors, but even he can tell what kind of entity is approaching him. He gets down from his horse and keeps a hold of the reins. Binky, to his utter credit, doesn't react much to the utter mis-matched menagerie of eyes and the otherworldly plumage. He moves his head closer to Death's and gets a pat on his snout.

THE DISCWORLD. YOU OUGHT TO KNOW; MY KIND OCCASSIONALLY HAVE LIMITATIONS ON THEIR DOMINION. I AM NO AZRAEL, BUT I DO HAVE MY PLANET.