“Fuck you! I hope you die!""Everybody Dies," I said. "So fuck you.”
“Fuck you," said Czernobog. "Fuck you and fuck your mother and fuck the fucking horse you fucking rode in on. You will not even die in battle. No warrior will taste your blood. No one alive will take your life. You will die a soft, poor death. You will die with a kiss on your lips and a lie in your heart.”
“Why so profane, ask the bookclubbers? Because we are talking here about death, and fuck you if you don't like it: You're going to die, too. This is serious. Fuck fuck fuck.”
“Can I help you?" said the footman. Richard had been told to fuck off and die with more warmth and good humor.”
“Fuck off and die, you putrid bastard. (Jericho)”
“Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding, do you even care if I die bleeding?”