Humorous Quotes On Death 소설 & 이야기

He froze. "You-. can-. See-. Me-. Right? Kiikikikik." He thinks this is the end of his life that he always longed for, but still, it's pathetic if he dies due to a paranormal experience like this. As he accepted his destiny, he heard chuckles from various directions. “Pfft-haha. Hahahahaha." “Hahahaha Havi, you are funny!” “Did you catch it on camera? His face is so tense! You're nuts, dude! Ha ha ha ha!" Clement laughed so hard that he even clutched his stomach.

“Don’t say things like that.” “The one time you needed me I was too proud to help you. My pride almost killed you on more than one occasion.” His face was expressionless, but I could tell he was getting angry when his grip on the steering wheel tightened and his knuckles turned white. “The paradox called life. You are never really alive until you have a couple of close calls with death.” “Lee, don’t make jokes like that, especially about your life.” Ash sounded angry. I smiled happy that my whack sense of humor still annoyed him.

he replied with a straight face. I was flabbergasted. A few seconds later, I laughed so hard I had to cover my mouth with my hand when I understood what Dimas was saying. "What the hell is that? How can you joke at a time like this?" "There's nothing wrong with joking while we're alive." "You mean we're going to die here? It's not funny, Man!" "I didn't order you to laugh. Now, all we have to do is think of another way to get out of here!"

“This is a joke, right?” But the old man merely chuckled, and Laura was torn whether to take it for the sake of showing how grateful she was that she’d been saved or to turn it down and see what consequence it may incur. “When you come and think about it, death is not that bad, is it? You, who have lost your parents long before you could know them; you, who parted so cruelly with your only living relative; you, who had witnessed how your trusted driver morphed into a monster you fear, would very much understand how peaceful the prospect of it is.”

(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.

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.

“You talk a lot, Anton. You sure you don’t just like hearing your own voice?” His jaw tensed, but he didn’t react beyond that. “I’m just giving you the courtesy of knowing why you’re about to die.” “Oh yeah?” I shifted my weight slightly, not enough to be obvious, just enough to test his focus. “And here I thought you just liked monologues.” His lips curled in irritation. “You really think cracking jokes is gonna change anything?” “Maybe not,” I shrugged, rolling my shoulders like I wasn’t staring down death itself. “But it’s entertaining me.”

He looked at me a little concerned. "I'm not leaving unless you come with me," I told him and squeezed his hand. He smiled back at me. "I don't know if you remember what happened the first time I visited your home and what I am, um, I'm Death and I'm immortal," I stated firmly and watched an array of emotions cross his eyes. "What does that even mean, you kill people and cannot die," he asked incredulously. I bit my lip and sighed.

Monica's words made Quentin let out a mocking laugh. He yanked his hand back and said with a tone full of disdain, "So what if I died? What would it change?" He leaned back in the seat. When he turned his gaze toward Monica, his gaze was full of challenge and arrogance. Monica stared at him in shock. "You—" Quentin chuckled, then continued, "If I died, they'd bury me somewhere. I wouldn't come back to life."

He paused his lips, “But that's too far, we just started the week.” I nodded, “Yes, but the tension is too much right now. Think about it – you die and your friend, like family, bakes a cake and makes a parfait to celebrate a weird union immediately after your death like you mean nothing. Would you feel wonderful about it? You’d be angrily dancing Cuban Rumba in your grave, which by the way would be a very small space. That's selfish if you ask me and disrespectful, you need to learn to respect the dead.” “You mean a lot to me…”