“So I am death" Charlie said then turned to his daughter while buttering his toast."This is death toast sweety.”
“and he wreaked havoc among the buttered toast as he said it.”
“I was always a great believer in buttered toast.”
“He was the toast to her butter.”
“... while I am Death's daughter and walk in His dark shadow, surely the darkness can give way to light sometimes.”
“I was a great believer in hot buttered toast at all hours of the day.”