"Aren't You Afraid Of Death" features two men sit at a table in the back of an empty neighborhood bar, the early afternoon sunlight filtering through thin white curtain drawn shut. Periodically a shadow travels along the curtains as a stranger walks along the sidewalk next to the bar. Tobacco fills the room as it snakes up from the straight pipe in Peter's mouth as Louis relaxes in his chair, rubbing the fingers on his right hand together. As they enjoy a particular brand of scotch whisky the men discuss the question: Aren't you afraid of death?