Death--the capitalized one-- in his cosplay hoodie holding his skateboard is as dull as junk mail. It's lying there dying that's terrifying. That's when the real demons throw down their smokes and get to work, their feet up to the ankles in mud. It's being left behind that's gutting. It's the empty mug on the other side of the table white as any skull, that sends an earthquake along the bones.…