Death should take more care with his paperwork.

He gives me the hairy eyeball, and asks me to help him find his pancreas.

All coincidences are Odd. That's what makes them coincidences.

Ned passed the next few minutes quietly not dying in his office, and was pleased with how well it was going. He'd stayed alive longer, but now that he was concentrating on it, it felt more like an accomplishment.

Reality is like a fruitcake; pretty enough to look at but with all sorts of nasty things lurking just beneath the surface.

Those who write are writers. Those who wait are waiters.

Death should take more care with his paperwork.