Death seems to be hiding in lots of words.
I look up “millstone,” and it turns out people used to be drowned by having millstones tied to their necks because the stones conveniently had a hole in the middle, or heads were forced through that hole. I look up “sardonic,” and the word comes from Sardinia, an island where a plant used to grow that would make people grimace as though laughing in their deathly throes and then kill them. I look up “sanguine,” and apart from being optimistic, it also means “bloody, bloodthirsty.” I look up “bluebottle,” and though it can mean “policeman,” it originally comes from a common blowfly with a metallic-blue body, the female of which lays eggs in decaying meat so their larvae can feed on the carcass.
I’m afraid to look up any more words.