I passed Death on the street today. He waved and smiled and held out a dead bird in his hand. Then Death got into a little black car and drove away.
I went to a secondhand book store where Death hangs out. Death was thumbing through a joke book. He looked up as I went past and he held out the dead bird. I looked at it. It was a crow. "Do you know any jokes about crows?" He asked. I told him I did not know any jokes about crows.
As I was leaving the bookstore I saw Death still thumbing through the jokebook. He was chuckling. He handed me the dead crow. I buried it in my garden along with a joke book. Then I got into my little black car and drove away.
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