Years ago, I dated a delusional man. He claimed that he was the Grim Reaper. He truly believed that he was Death, and even went as far as keeping a scythe around in his living room. It was off-putting and eventually caused us to separate.
The day we broke up, I told him never to come near me again. I didn't want a crazy freak like him around ever again.
The weird thing is, everyone is born with the date they're supposed to die tattooed on their wrist. Mine was dated yesterday.