Charubel's image for this degree pairs the two great levellers in one figure: Death, scythe in one hand, a bag of money in the other. The scythe is Death's oldest tool, the mower's sweep that takes the grass without consulting individual blades; the money-bag is everything the sweep makes meaningless, and held together they state the emblem-books' plainest sentence, that no purse ransoms anyone from the scythe. Read so, the degree carries the memento mori into Jupiter's sign of fortune, and the placement is the point: Sagittarius is the zodiac's optimist and speculator, the sign of increase, luck and the long bet, and the thirteenth degree hangs in its hall the one picture that audits all bets. But the emblem has a second, stranger reading the first conceals, since Death holding a purse is also Death as paymaster, the settlement that endings bring, inheritance in the literal sense and in the larger one, the value released only when something concludes. Harvests are exactly this, death and payment in one act. The degree therefore reads doubly, as the vanity of riches before mortality, and as mortality's peculiar generosity, the way endings fund beginnings, the estate passed on, the position vacated, the finished work finally priced. The shadow readings are the miser's terror, life spent guarding the bag from the scythe, and the gambler's bravado, mortality invoked to excuse waste.
On a natal Saturn, Jupiter or eighth house point this degree tends to mark lives that handle endings and their settlements, executors in every sense, and its counsel is the emblem's own accounting: hold money knowing which hand it is in, spend toward what outlasts the purse, and treat every harvest as both the scythe's work and the payment for it.