Ask the Guy who has become Death, the Destroyer of Worlds

The thing about threes – If I can get three people in one trip, it leaves me that much more time to watch Spongebob Squarepants.

Death: The mortal enemy.

If you’ve had 27 shots, I’m surprised you can still type.

Oh, no, convertibles are among the safest vehicles on the road.

Just the thought that they might come out with an SUV convertible makes my mouth water.
Death – it’ll change your life.

Snowden? I believe he was processed a long time ago. Army Air Force guy, right?

When protesters chant “Death to [fill in the blank]” do you rush right over to where they’re directing you?

Is it true that the Death-Ray Thread is alive merely through the force of your will? It just refuses to die.

Let me give an illustration by way of an answer.
This post …
is a dead ringer for this post.

Well, now you’ve done it. You’ve stumped Death.

Johnny, what do we have for the guest who stumps Death?

How wonderful. You get an extra two weeks to live.

The catch? It has to be in Cleveland.

I think people should get some them reversible threads.

I’m sure there are people who seem to be in hell before the body dies. We call that state “New Jersey.”

You wouldn’t want to date a Valkyrie. The friggin’ Wagner music gets old real fast.

Shee-yeah. Like I’m going to follow the crowd. That’s the reason I haven’t seen “Death to Smoochy” yet.

Well, that and Robin Williams.

My will doesn’t keep 'em alive. Just the opposite. Perhaps you’re unclear on the concept of death.

But don’t worry. One day it’ll hit you.

Death: Uniting the world, one person at a time.

Who am I to complain. I get a shift differential.

Why would dead weight be different from live weight? Does the soul have mass?

Can I be one of your Lackeys in Charge of Ironic Punishments?

Are in anyway correlated with the Dead Poodle Question/Answer Thread?

Of course not. Catholics have mass.

Uh-oh. I guess I accidentally cried havoc and let slip the Poodle of Death.

First you have to pass a test. It’s just one question. How would you kill a man who keeps a pet aardvark?

Death: When you care enough to send the very last.

I see you’ve been trying out varoius slogans. Have you considered:

Death: The Other White Heat?

Death: Heaven can’t wait, but I can?

Also, have you noticed that your name can be rearranged to “Hated”?

Why do only cats get nine lives? I sure hope you’re about to correct that blatant discrimination by your predecessors. And don’t come by with that old spiel about it being difficult to fetch a cat.