Death Humor Quotes Novels & Stories

"I’d rather not explain to the rest how my second-in-command couldn’t handle a little scratch." He let out a short laugh, but I saw the way his jaw tensed as he tried to keep himself steady. "If I pass out, it’s just to avoid hearing more of your terrible jokes." "Wouldn’t blame you," I said dryly. "Even I can’t stand myself sometimes." Damon groaned. "You know, if I die in this car, I’ll come back just to haunt you." I shot him a side glance. "If you die in this car, I’ll kill you myself."

" He suddenly burst out laughing as though I had said something so funny, as he hunched with his hands on his knees as he bent over still laughing. I simply sighed before putting on the sunglasses in my pocket as the sun rose higher and burned hotter in the sky. " Did I say something funny, you idiot? " I asked exasperated, I needed to finish this so I could return to my wife. He straightened as his laughter bumbled down before looking me in the eye, something that would add to the reasons for his death.... his very painful death. He pulled out a badge from beneath his bus shirt and flashed it directly in my line of vision as he said

About fifteen minutes into the drive, I asked, “Why so slow?” “Oh, I’m sorry. Do you feel the need, the need for… going faster?” I laughed so loudly I almost snorted and had to put both of my hands over my nose since even a baby like me recognizes the famous movie quote he almost said. “You’re a funny guy in an unassuming way.” He turned a slight shade of pink. “Yeah, well, in our line of work you have to find some way to be a little bit of a comedian, or you’ll end up in the loony bin.”

His gaze returned to me, disappointment clear and heavy. “I’ll make her apologize.” I lay sprawled on the cold deck, my body barely responding to my own will. Small stones scraped against my skin, one skidding dangerously close to my eye. Around us, people moved quickly—around her instead. “It’s okay, don’t cry.” “We all know you didn’t mean anything by it.” “She’s clearly overreacting.” “Adrian, seriously, how did you even put up with this?” Someone let out an awkward laugh. “She really knows how to turn nothing into a spectacle.”

She shrugged. “You, just because someone brushes past you doesn’t mean you are going to die.” She commented with a slight laugh. It felt good, she hadn’t laughed in days and needed it. No matter how much of a killjoy he might be. She could see she ruffled his feathers a bit with her humor at him. “I don’t think I’m going to die.” He replied in a dark tone. “But they are disgusting.” She shook her head and still had a slight smile. She had a feeling in a few minutes she was going to forget how to smile for a few days again.

she answered as I smirked. "Well, well, ain't karma a bitch," I whispered, then smirked. Him dying wasn't going to be bad. Not at all.

Some people were confused. Some people were puzzled. Some people were even more confused. What was there to laugh at for a dying person? "Is Samuel a fool?" "Yes, even he himself admitted that he had paid a heavy price for underestimating the enemy. He is almost dead. Why is he still laughing?" "This idiot is so funny. He still wants to save face even when he's dead. He's still holding on." A group of people were pointing and whispering, but they were full of ridicule.

I swallowed in my dried mouth. “Oh! Fuck you!!… I thought you are completely dead!” She joked but I didn't fall for it. “Everyday of my life, I watched people laughing happily and joyfully, being loved by others. I've always known a saying 'what you give is what you get' but it's a lie... I’m better dead than alive”

(Today I am here, but tomorrow There will be my memories, If I will not be here There will be the talks of mine) (If you will turn the pages Of life Then I think you will also cry Remembering me) **** Marna to sabko ek na ek din padega. Magar dekhte hai kiski mout ka sadma Kitno ko lagega. Kya khushi manaenge ya phir gum me doob jaaenge. Dekhte hai mere janaze par kitne mere aaenge. (Everyone had to die one day But let's see, who will take the shock of Someone's death) (Who will be happy and who will cry Let's see, who will come on my funeral) **** Kya pata kab mout ka paigaam aa jaye.

“It’s dark. But sometimes, ironically, it can be funny too.” With a burst of a broken chuckle, he said, “You really shouldn’t be saying that. Death is a sacred thing.” “Oh.” I scratched the back of my head. “I was speaking my thoughts. Does that make you uncomfortable?” “You saying your mind? No. You talking about death? Yes.” My lips scrunched, I nodded in understanding. “No more death talk,” I concluded, then returned to leaning my head against his shoulder. “I have a question,” Darius said after silence played in our midst for seconds.