There are a lot of things I could say to you (God knows you deserve a good telling-off), but, in all honesty, the only thing I can think of saying is how you fill me with awe. It's not because I find you or your work inspiring. No, Death, that is most certainly not it.
You take and take and take and only give sorrow in exchange, but at the same time you leave people transfixed. Death, you're the inspiration for musicals, books, movies, and so much more. And, as repulsive as you are, humanity can't get enough of you. In a way that's an admirable reputation to have: to be feared and also loved. But also I'm reminded by the tragedies of the world that there's a healthy balance between those two emotions.
Death, I don't know of anyone or thing that can match this reputation. Some might argue that God does, but His isn't the name universally known in notoriety. Personally, you don't have my fear or love, but because of this (the aforementioned reasons, that is) you have my respect and you have my awe.