“Drowned in a vat of whiskey... Oh Death, where is thy sting?”
“I know this little thinga myriad of men will save.Oh, death, where is thy sting,Thy victory, oh grave?”
“O death where is thy sting? The man is never on time...”
“I answer the heroic question, 'Death, where is thy sting?' with 'It is in my heart and mind and memories.”
“To make sure I learned the etiquette of grieving, Granny took me with her to the many funerals she attended. O Death, where is thy sting? Search me. I grew up looking at so many corpses that I still feel a faint touch of surprise whenever I see people move.”
“Burned and squashed to death in a silver vat of soup. There must be worst ways to go. But not many.”