He doesn't realize that in itself is a joke, thus proving he's hopeless. Poor fellow.
Turning back a page and clearing his throat (or making a sound like he is--for goodness' sake, he has no throat), Death reads. "Hᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ᴍɪʟᴋ? Wʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ's ᴘᴀsᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs."
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Date: 2016-11-09 07:33 pm (UTC)Turning back a page and clearing his throat (or making a sound like he is--for goodness' sake, he has no throat), Death reads. "Hᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ᴍɪʟᴋ? Wʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ's ᴘᴀsᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs."
A hopeful glance sideways. Ha ha?