My boyfriend LOVES comics. I mean loves. I mean 10,000 issues of love, or so, by his last estimate. So after I had dragged him to more anime cons than he thought he'd see in a lifetime, it was only fair that I accompany him to a comic con. (Not that I minded.) However, it's just not a con for me unless I'm in costume. I had recently really gotten heavily into Neil Gaiman's The Sandman, and since I owned most of what she wore already (what New Yorker doesn't have a closet full of black?) I bought a wig and borrowed an umbrella, and was on my way.

I don't feel I truly do Death justice, as she's a lot more slender, and a lot less busty than I, and honestly the wig wasn't great, but for a last minute costume, this isn't bad. And I had a lot of fun posing as her.

The wig has since been recycled and restyled to provide my boyfriend with an Edward Scissorhands wig, so this costume is retired until I can buy a new one. Update! My aunt was able to restore this wig to it's original style--if not even better--for my Lydia Deetz costume, so Death could make a reappearance at any time.