Death

There once was an extremely powerful monarch, who was wealthy and spendid beyond compare. He was a beautiful man who dressed in silk clothes. He had a stable of the swiftest Arabian steeds and the fiercest mamelukes around. He was incredibly vain and when death came to humbly ask him to accompany him, he blew death off. He told death to leave the premise or he would send his mamelukes and physicians to oust him. Death was not pleased by this and bided his time. He waited until the sultan was in full procession in front of all his people to kill him in the most humiliating and painfull fall from his horse.
The next day death had to take an impoverished religious man. The man only asked that he be allowed to pray before death took him. Death agreed to his wish and waited until the man was finished before taking him gently to the other side.