From Lustige Blätter, 1902.

From Jugend, 1900.

"Some day you may rob one grave too many."  From Weird Tales volume 42 number 4 (May 1950).

"The White Death."  From Nebelspalter, 1914.

The night is dark and full of spirits, and they want to help cure you of your fear of death. Because when your work here is finally done, you'll be able to join them in their nightly dance and jail-break out of the prison of matter. 

 

I mean, if you so choose.

Get out there and open yourself up to the world of the spirits.There are all kinds for you to meet: animal spirits, nature spirits, ancestor spirits, star spirits, you name it. The good ones don't want anything from you, because you don't have anything they need. 

 

You really have nothing to offer them but your company. Be generous with it, and they will soothe your stresses and anxieties and peel away your terror of the grave. Guaranteed.

A word of caution: the Grim Reaper appears at the end of this:

"Leaves have their time to fall, and flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, and stars to set; but all, thou has all seasons for thine own, O Death." 

From Manual and Diagrams to Accompany Metcalf's Grammars, 1901.

From Wake Forest's 1945 yearbook.

We suppose that Death seeks to make the "e" on his head a silent letter.  From Purdue's 1898 yearbook.

That "vultures on your head" feeling.  From Cine-Mundial, 1920.

From Woroni, 1978.