The skin yellowed, coarsened, blistered like old sheets of canvas. The eyes faded, filmed white, fell in. The hair went white and fell like a drift of feathers. The body inside the dark suit shriveled and retreated… For a moment a hideously animated scarecrow writhed beneath him, and Ben lunged out of the coffin with a strangled cry of horror… The fleshless skull whipped from side to side on the satin pillow. The nude jawbone opened in a soundless scream. (14.1248)
Barlow dies, aging in fast-forward. A lot of the death in this novel is about preservation. Sometimes, as with Danny Glick, it preserves perfect childhood, making sure you don't get any older. Barlow, who comes to 'Salem's Lot and ends up aging horribly, could be seen as the opposite of Ben, who comes to 'Salem's Lot to recapture his youth.