(The image and info is from the comic i am working on.)
You know who is very well accustomed to mischief? Button Man. He is a Witch (these means something sorta else in the world i am working on) who’s main gift is to be invisible and avoid danger. Most of the time he would be careful but it was hard for him to pass up an opportunity to teach hard lessons to people threw his cleverness.

"Man with the buttons

eight buttons to spare

could get himself out of anywhere

First to escape his birth

before death took mama and babe away

Second at the bottom of a lake

where men would wash their ego

Third took his heath right away

a child’s throat bruised grey

Forth came right before he grew to a man

a woman spite to drive the point home

Fifth he saw coming a mile away

he promised he would never forget the name

Sixth was of his own foolish pride

this is were he learned a lesson hard

Seven he wish it all ended here

the bullet with his name found another home

Eighth he dropped off the edge

with rope to around his throat

Now hie is still here

eight black buttons on his chest

no more to spare

his ninth no were to be seen

if you ask him where he keeps it

he’ll tell you he keeps it close at hand

till he can hand it to Death herself”

"Some how an idea was handed down from our ancestors that the dead could not pass over if their eyes were not covered. Or maybe if the lord of dead was not paid to let them in, or something like that. All i know in these parts when a person dies, if they have any buttons on them, they go to the graveman, who uses it for an exchange of goods. So there is a saying that a man only has one Black Button. and when death comes for them, they hand it over." - unknown back woods person