So Death walks into a bar

He asks for a Lime Gimlet

The bartender gives him a dirty look

Death won that round

 

Death walks into a restaurant

He asks for an ice cream cone to go

The waiter gives him a dirty look

Death won that round too

 

Death walks into a hospital

He asks where ER is

The nurse gives good directions

Death found who he was looking for

 

Death walks into his office

He has a patient, a waiter, and a bartender

His secretary says ” Good Night?”

Death says ” I didn’t get my ice cream cone and my Gimlet.

A good night is relative”