[AN: The linked video is more or less described in the prompt, but it's way more silly in person]
My name is Death... now. It was something else, once, but that changed. They say you can beat Death at one challenge, and that is indeed true. What they don't say is what else you can win, besides one more day. I do not remember very much of my mortal life, nor how long ago it was that I won. I remember... I was arrogant. Proud of my strength.
I challenged Death to a wrestling match. I was strong, and I knew it. Yet Death is the strongest force in the universe. It is unstoppable. Even the universe will die... in time. What I didn't know is... it is possible to win the title of Death. I was a fool. I have learned that, now.
I wrestled the scythe away from the old Death. I did not question why Death did not struggle too much. I did not ask why Death refused to chase me down. By the time I realised what I had done... it was too late. I had taken the Instrument of Death... and it had taken me. I had become Death, the end of all things. It was at that moment that I knew what an enormous mistake I had made.
I could sense all of eternity. Every thing that had limits to its existence and when it would end. I could sense the infinite space of time left in the universe and, in doing so, sense my own new end. Not my previous mortal span, that had once been so close. It was so far away... beyond the death of the universe.
The first life I ended was that of my predecessor. I did not swing the scythe. It swung me.
That was just the beginning of the worst of it.
With each death, each swing of the scythe, I lost a piece of me. Tick, a minute of joy. Tock, a moment I wept. Tick, the memory of sunshine. Tock, the peace of darkness. Tick, the flavour of sweetness...
It didn't hurt. That was the worst of it. It never hurt. Losing yourself is painless, and soon there's not even anything to be concerned with. There is no warmth. There is no family. There is no love. Only Death.
I have tried to hang on to one hope, and it may soon be all that I have left.
I... hope... there will be another who is as I was. Another arrogant soul with the pride to wrestle me for the side.
Death will be a blessing.
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