Because Death would not stop for me:

The Fortress of Solitude:

Both Karas were there, now, as well as Kal. The shorter one with the longer hair, the taller one with the cleavage window and the shorter hair. Each stared in shock at the appearance of two Kryptonians who were talking to a clearly stunned Superman.

My son, to see you grown to manhood.......to be able to wield the power of a god....it is all we ever dreamed and more.

Jor-El had already taken the time to fly around and explore the Fortress. Lara likewise flew, and both shed a tear at the sight of the statue of both of them.

You say you are not the master of this world?

Clark shook his head.

"I am Clark Kent, dad, as well as Kal-El. Or Superman. Moreso, in fact. I was found by an amazing couple in Kansas who raised me to see what I could do as a way to work wonders. And in time, humanity might join me with them."

Jor-El nodded.

They took you in too, my niece?

She nodded.

Superman's parents nodded.

We would like to meet them.

Superman in turn nodded and the three flew off.

Kent Farm, Smallville, Kansas:

The Kents were used to their son, or their son and the Karas arriving and so they dismissed the sight and prospect of the arrival of three flying aliens as anything unusual, even with the streak of green in with Clark's blue. It was when Clark landed with two aliens that they'd never seen before that they were surprised until a chill crawled down their spines.

The two aliens resembled him in face and body. In build he was his father's son, and they had the same jawline, though his eyes were clearly those of his mother and his manner the kindness of Lara Lor-Van.

Surprising Clark with his mastery of English, Jor-El said:

"You are Mr. and Mrs. Kent?"

They nodded.

"You raised my boy to the man he's become?"

They nodded again, somewhat hesitant and then Jor-El flew to them and hugged them both.

"My original vision was......narrow. The product of a doomed, dead world. You gave him life, made him something greater."

He smiled.

"He is your son more than he is mine and I am grateful for that. You gave him the best possible home he could have had, and made him a bridge between worlds that is more than I could have ever imagined."

He smiled and then looked at them.

"Kal-El being Superman is precisely because he is Clark Kent, and I can see that. Can Lara and I come in?"

They nodded.

To Superman's great relief, the meeting of both sets of parents went well, and was the start to a second meeting of worlds.

Warworld:

Again.

Death raised herself up, wearing the armor, wiping iridescent blood off her mouth, gasping in pain, hoping that the blood wouldn't choke her and she'd aspirate on it and die, if such a being as her could (she secretly knew she couldn't and this was another cursed difference with her family).

Staring at Thanos, she put all her rage, all her humiliation, all her anger at the binding into a single overpowering punch that knocked Thanos on his face, a pool of his blood in front of him. It was his oath that made her kneel and raise him up, and his bloodied face smiled a coarse and cruel grin of horrors.

Good. You're learning fast.

Only the binding stopped her from grabbing him and hurling him into the nearest star, and it was that which led her to affectionately caress his head, as he smiled and knew her soft sigh of seeming compassion for what it was.