Like a good neighbor

I know death. I know it well. He comes to my door unannounced and walks in without knocking. He wears all black and colors even darker that he invented himself. His lips are always set in a straight line but the few times they aren't- well you don't want to know. He drinks his coffee black like his soul, although he claims he feels sympathy for the people of this world. When he has his free time he likes to sit by the fire and watch it burn up the innocent wood he had just cut up for no reason at all. Death has no friends. He's all alone in a world of his own. He kills and takes lives away for a living, but luckily for us, he still considers himself the good guy. What would happen if he considered himself the bad guy?