Death's Sweater: Fantasy

Death's mum had made him a sweater. It was fuzzy. It was a shade of peach that she probably thought was quite masculine, it was fuzzy, and it was a sweater. It looked very comfortable and warm and the sort of thing one would wear to be hugged. Death sighed. He'd tried explaining, "But, Mum, I'm Death!" before, but it never worked. He might be Death, but she was still his mum, and he looked cold as, well, cold as Death Himself, when he went out on his rounds. He might be Death, but he was also Sam Frampton, and his mum didn't want to see her Sammy get cold. Such frightful places he ended up--

Inspiration:

Potential: Actually, high perhaps.
Notes: It's an interesting character, at least, which is not necessarily the same as an interesting story. But this is definitely a character that could be in an interesting story!