Death

Death Jokes

One of my earliest memories is seeing my mother's face through the oven window as we played hide and seek, and she said: "You're getting warmer!"

They say that "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach," but I find it a lot easier to go through the ribcage.

Where did the children go after he stepped on the land mine?

There, there, over there, and over here too.