Death Humor Quotes Novels & Stories

“You look like someone just told you summer’s illegal now.” I shrug. “It just feels weird.” “Weird how?” “Different.” I pause. “Not good different.” He studies me for a second, then nods slowly. “Well, your classmate did lose her dad and gave one hell of a speech at his funeral.” I glare at him. “Dad.” “What? I’m just saying, that was bold. If you ever talk about me like that when I die—” “Don’t.” My voice comes out sharper than I mean it to. “Don’t joke about that.” He raises both hands. “Okay, okay. Sorry.”

His face was literally shaped like that of a person cursed always to be unhappy. I shrugged, displaying my open palms. "Just twice a week. I'm pretty reasonable on Sundays." Damian looked baffled, and then an expression of utter disgust crossed his face as his brows drew together, displaying lines on his forehead. "That's…was a joke, you were supposed to find that funny," My voice trailed. "I guess not. Keep your eyes on the road, then. You might find something that spikes your humor there." "I see no reason to. It's not like you're one of those scared to die."

As some really wise person said: Laugh and the whole world laughs with you… “I didn’t mean it that way but what can I say. The quote is made that way.” Zadkiel shrugged, chuckling. Abel was still laughing at it. Zadkiel couldn’t keep his laughter inside when he saw his friend having fits of laughter. He let it out and the two best friends just laughed like they just watched Father do cartwheels while wearing a 70-year-old granny dress and his tights were too stretched that they ripped apart. “Zadkiel, I seriously don’t feel anything at all. Like I just feel sleepy. No pain.” Abel spoke after the laughter had died down and they were enjoying the comfortable silence.

I asked, "So, Miss. How is it going with the Dark humour guy? Any update so far?" "HA! Dark humour! He's the funniest guy, I've ever met. Didn't you hear that line of him? I mean he called himself motherfucker; oh my, that's the kind of humour I love. Every time he cracks a joke, it makes me head over heels for him. And not forget his awkwardness around girls" the sarcasm was dripping from her mouth. But that changed my mood. And we both started chuckling, "He's not that bad!" I exclaimed. Right? He's not that bad.

I immediately answered and took my seat, although thinking about it now, I maybe I shouldn't have said that 'cause I have no idea what he might ask, but I assured myself Lucas wouldn't ask me anything he knew I couldn't do. He began to speak up in a somewhat low tone of voice, "I paid a visit to my doctors last week and he said my heart is at its weakest point and he said that I will be dead before the end of next month." He revealed, sighing greatly. All the years I'd known Lucas he was a lot of things, a caring and compassionate person, a go-to guy, optimistic, realistic, straightforward and blunt. In all those times I never really know him as one who would make jokes, especially jokes tha

"I just have one last question for you: are you a serial killer?" I blinked, confused by the dark unexpected inquiry. I wondered if I'd unwittingly done or said something that gave off 'murderer vibes.' Before I could assure her that I had no desire to get booked into 'Belle Reve Federal Penitentiary' or attend the annual dinner party at 'Hotel Cortez,' her twin cut in. "Gray! Can you take this seriously?" She requested, annoyed. "Sorry, Cassidy." "'Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world's original sin,'" Gray recited from memory. I had no idea what she was quoting, but the words obviously weren't hers. "'If the caveman known how to laugh. History would have been different.'"

I say this as I sip on my juice. “Yeah? So we, I guess, then buy our coffins and dig our graves before we leave this house, right?” Huh! Can you listen to this girl? I am here saying, and I have it embedded in every being and sense of me, that I am not letting these people hurt me, even just a little. My only friends are already envisioning corpses? “Will you just stop? Your joke isn't funny at all." I state.

It might help if I get lost…or accidentally set the apartment on fire,” I teased, getting a hint of a smile that he buried by denying. "Or you'll probably starve the poor animal to death," he returned the joke, narrowing his gaze, making the lines of expression visible at the corners of his eyes. Since the incident in my bathroom we acquired the ability to joke when it came to Alzheimer's. Black jokes made the situation less overwhelming. He was the first person he could joke with like this. My friends didn't like it when he said things like that and found it cruel; what they didn't understand was that at the end of the day the one who would live in limbo would be me, and taking it so seriou

He yelled, looking frustrated. "The feeling is mutual!" I said to him with a dead straight serious face. "That was supposed to make you laugh out and say 'you finally caught me, buddy! What was that?' not this, nah! You are taking the words literally which isn't supposed to be so! How hard can it be to laugh at a simple joke? Were you told that if you laugh, you will die or you might lost your respect among the people? Not like the people love or like you or so but… no, don't get me wrong, it not like the people dislike you, I can't talk about hate but they just don't dislike you," he said as length.

"Be good now. Stay dead." "Amazing… And they say a pretty face ain't worth jack! See? Your charisma works on dead bodies too!" While Syvlie tried to calm her churning insides with a joke, Frank smiled but said nothing.