*EVERYTHING YOU WANTED TO KNOW ABOUT DEATH, BUT WERE AFRAID TO ASK

*Well, not everything

Q:  Why did Death cross the road?

A:  It was following a chicken whose time was near.

Death walks into a bar and the bartender asks, "What will it be?"

Death says, "I'll have you."

"Me?" says the bartender.  "Me?  But I'm not a drink."

"That's okay," says Death, "I'm not thirsty."

Death cares not whether

You're young or old

When Death visits you

You'll soon be cold

And stiff 

And rotting

And smelly

And not much fun to be with 

 

The only problem with Death is that all of its decisions are final.