What if we have been mispronouncing the Grim Reaper’s name wrong for all of humanity’s time on Earth.
What if early humans were visited by the figure in black, the scythe held ungainly in the air as the imminent passing of the person was announced, and they asked of this stranger with the power over their very life, “And what do we call you, veiled outsider, so others may come to fear you; please say it aloud to my brethren so they may pass on your hallowed name as a warning…”