Novel & Cerita Humorous Quotes On Death

No matter how difficult it may be to do for me today. It may be challenging. But it's pretty easy to excel in life. I will apologise to myself. I shouldn't begin my life on a negative note. I need to be brave to see life differently. I need to excel. Yes, I need to grow in life. I have grown stronger than who I have been those dead years. Not dead years. Years passed by. I don't very much appreciate the word death or dead in usage. I end my day's note with a new quote: "Maybe there is a super microbe which, if present in large numbers in my body, can make me live forever." I may be right in that. I will explore it today.

Not to mention, he saw the smile on Lucas' face. "Hey brat, how dare you have the guts to laugh?" He simply could not comprehend how a person could smile in the face of death. "Why can't I laugh? Or are you not aware that you’re already dead?" said Lucas. His comment left the Golden Wind Exploration Team astonished. 'He… he still dare spout such big words?' "You guys could have continued to live peacefully, yet you all chose to offend me, Lucas York. How about I turn you all into zombies?"

“Dying should come with a disclaimer. deaths only solve part of the problem or the cause of the problem; the things they stir still remain.” My bitter laugh echoes in the space before tears flood my eyes. I can no longer disguise my hostility with laughter and crude jokes. With a quick sniffle, I continue before I lose my nerve. “So, couple of questions…you know, since you have time on your hands now and, let us face it, the rigour mortis has set in, so…can’t really hit me as good as you used to, can you?” A chuckle leaves me. Goddamn, why is my audience a bunch of dead people?

He let out that deep, pot-bellied laugh before he finally spoke. “Ah. I haven’t had this type of fresh entertainment in a long time.” He said. “We should have females frequently shifting out of sanity like this. It will be fun to watch you rip flesh every now and then, old friend.” He added and the crowd roared in agreement while I swallowed. Could they at least release me while they discussed my death? Not that I’m saying I accept dying. It would just be nice for anyone to have a breather. Not actually die before they are killed. You know what I mean?

It was painful, really. “Come on! Get moving, man. Are you sleeping?” A nudge from Grant almost sent the tray rolling from his hand. “Are you crazy?” Jason asked, flaring up. “You are the crazy one. You are weird. Has nobody ever told you that?” “You could have spilled this coffee and seen what would have happened.” “Shut the hell up. You can’t do nothing, weirdo.”

A sack of living zeros and ones had just expressed his feelings for him. Scott had to laugh loudly, “This has got to be the most terrifying and amusing night of my life.” “Honestly, my brother. This is all too much to take in.” His colleague added. “A TV loves a boy, wetin we nor go see for this life? Me, I can’t help but laugh. Let me be jolly before we all eventually die.” Both men laughed with their faces squeezed in misery. “David.” As Seven spoke the laughter died down. “Yes, Seven?”

“Are you allowed to make dead jokes about your parents?” “I know it’s rude,” he replied, grinning with zero shame. “It’s not supposed to be funny. But I get one morbid joke, don’t I? Don’t we all? Some day you’ll be making jokes about your family too.” I doubled over in laughter, the kind that shook my shoulders and made my ribs ache. Not because it was that funny, but because I needed it. Because it pulled me out of the heavy place in my mind where grief lived. Because he looked so happy saying such a thing when there was nothing to laugh about.

Naomi laughed—not with joy, but with sharp amusement. “Why is he ashamed to take it again?” she asked aloud. Marian replied simply, her voice cool. “I don’t know, my dear.” They both cracked up, giggling, turning into full laughter. “Something must kill a man,” Naomi said, holding her side. “Yes o,” Marian added. “Whether accident, sickness… or woman! It’s still death!” They chorused together: “All death is death.” More laughter followed as they continued walking. Then the mood shifted. Naomi brought up something else.

But in the places I couldn't see, a stream of comments flooded the live chat. "OMG! Look who it is! Delicious is here! My white-clad Prince Charming!" "With Delicious here, even a nine-star difficulty level should be a breeze!" "He's so nice. He always helps new players. They're set with him in the team!" I couldn't see the comments. I was just squeezed into the crowd, listening as the young man in white explained the game. From his words, I learned that some people who died unexpectedly were brought into this Death Game. If they managed to clear the level, they could extend their lives in the real world. In other words, this was a second chance at life, granted by God.

I was quite sure he was smiling over there. I cut the call and thought of Aurora again. Here I was about to do something else after hearing about her death. Truly, life is fickle and people won’t mourn you for long. If I learned a lesson about this, it was that I shouldn’t die. People would forget about me faster than I would ever expect. **