Humorous Quotes On Death Novels & Stories

At this point Dr Sam lost all confidence in him. "May I ask what's funny Mr Alaric?" "You're just a very funny man Dr Sam. Many people try to be cautious in the face of death , but you, you're different. You walk like it's your compound. But that's fine, you should be free and completely say your kind before dying so you don't have any regrets. And to answer the question that certified your death, no Dr Sam, I do not have a mate."

“Hahaha! This bunch of idiots! They tortured their own comrades to death!” “It’s too beautiful! Look at the lifeless look on his face. It’s so comical, and it’s so satisfying!” “Comparing IQ with the Death Inquisitor? You guys are still far from that! Just wait for your death!” “Why do I feel like all of this was planned by the Death Inquisitor? They seem to have fallen into a trap.” “Who knows? Anyway, my IQ isn’t high enough. I just want to see what happens to them. The more miserable their deaths, the better. Anyway, I’m enjoying watching it now! Give me some gifts!”

“Jesse, my man, which is why I’m encouraging you to talk some more! It doesn’t have to be about anything life changing. If you were me I’d say crack a joke but I don’t know if you even know any jokes.” “I know jokes.” His face lit up. “Oh yes? Tell me one then.” “Can you guess what the therapist said when I told my therapist I’m scared of dying alone? “Uh, no what?” “He said, “Most people don’t die with the company,” I said, chuckling. “Get it?” Rain looked at Matt. “Matt, am I supposed to laugh at that?” “Ideally someone is supposed to laugh when they tell a joke,” Matt said with a sigh. “Jesse, what have I told you about your morbid jokes?”

“Eh, not really. No.” He sighed. “A mortician walks into a bar-” “Formaldehyde is the punchline, isn't it?” “Stop ruining my jokes, you wretch.” I vaguely noticed his temper. “Tea,” he said darkly. “I need tea.” “Heh heh. Tea. T.” “Silence, Shannon.”

But the frowned turn to laugh all of sudden when I saw how his smile faded. "Why are you laughing?" He then sighed like a child. I didn't know grim reaper can be funny like this. How I wish to see Saint pouting like this. Maybe that's more interesting. Damn! I can't imagine. "You are ridiculous." "Tsk! Everyone's tells that." "Great, at the list I'm not the only one"

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.

“It really is. He’s such a nice guy.” “I’m sorry. You keep finding the old, sick, and dying men.” I laughed. “You’re right. I’m going to start taking this personal if these guys keep dying on me.” “You’re like an angel. You meet these men at the end of their lives and bring a little sunshine into them.” “Angel of death,” I growled. “What about your other man, the one that isn’t on the verge of pushing up daisies?” I laughed. “What man would that be?”

The corpse had been soaked beyond recognition, but there was something deeply unsettling about it. The smile on his face was exactly the same as the one Grandpa and my brother had worn when they died. The police found it disturbing. After all, drowning alive was supposed to be agonizing. The body instinctively struggled against death. How could a person's final expression possibly be a smile? When my mother saw my father's body, she finally cried. But as she wiped away her tears, the corners of her mouth slowly lifted. Before long, she was laughing uncontrollably.

“Don’t look at me like I’m dying.” I clenched my fists. “You’re sick. You collapsed and—” “I’m not dying,” he said again, firmer this time, though the strain in his voice betrayed him. “At least not yet. And when I do, it’ll be because I’ve lived long enough to see you lift that damn championship trophy.” Something inside me cracked. “You think this is funny?” He smiled faintly. “I think life’s too short not to find a little humor in tragedy.”

"If you don't go, that crazy Jenny is going to eat you up and spit you out! "I'm perfectly safe here. At worst, it's just like I'm watching some exaggerated melodrama with a brain-dead script. Just hurry up and get the hell out of here. And if I don't make it back, remember to get me the best casket you can find. I don't want the ones made out of cheap particle boards, you got that?" His morbid humor made me laugh—and wince because the motion tugged on my wound. Nevertheless, my heart warmed.