“O death where is thy sting? The man is never on time...”
“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?”
“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.”
“O my love, my wife!Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breathHath had no power yet upon thy beauty.”