the Final Joke

Hardy Harhar, the famous vaudeville comedian, is over 100 years old.
Death, a dark shrouded figure with a massive scythe, knocks on his door.
"Knock knock."
"Who's there?"
"Death."
"Death who?"
"Death, the dark angel who has come to escort you to the underworld."
"Death, the dark angel who has come to escort you to the underworld who?"
"Death, the dark angel who has come to escort you to the underworld who is not the type of spirit who likes to joke around."

"Death, the dark angel who has come to escort you to the underworld who is not the type of spirit who likes to joke around who?"

"Death, the dark angel who has come to escort you to the underworld who is not the type of spirit who likes to joke around who do you think you are talking to the steward of hades, the ebony lord of all spirits and warden of the damned like he's some kind of schmuck?"

"Wow, you have a really long name! How do you fit that whole thing on your driver's license?"

"I don't drive."

"Really? Because you're driving me crazy!"

Death massages his temples like he has a headache.

"Look, I have a lot of people to escort to the afterlife."

"I bet you do."

"Are you coming or not? Wait, why am I even asking you? YOU'RE DEAD. COME WITH ME NOW!"

"You're dead, come with me now who?"

"You!"

"Me who?"

"Exactly!"

"What?"

"Forget it! I'm leaving. Fuck you, live forever, see if I care."

Death drops his scythe and walks away.