Most people end up dying & Learn your limits

Me: So Death, umm, I was wondering... My grandfather died some time ago and I didn't quite understand what the deal was...
Death: You are saying?
Me: Well.. like why would you take Him?
Death: I did not!
Me:Yeah you did, he's like... dead!
Death: Oh fine, I'll look it up... Gimme a sec... Oh, right.. yes. You see, that fatal cancer of his was what killed him. And my job is just to take the ones who's time is up.
Me: So... you are like an errand boy for the Fate spinners?
Death: Pardon?
Me: Hey, I'm just saying that, from what I've heard, they have a special lady for that. The one who cuts the threads of life every now and then... I think Atropos was her name. Like, do you work for her?
Death: No comments-.-
Me: So anyway do you know if is it true that most people end up dying? Because I think that this Atropos lady is pretty mean.
Death: Yo kid! Everybody dies! Get that through your skull!
Me: Whah, for real? lol That means you will have to commit suicide some day.
Death: No!
Me: Oh... but they do call you the reapist, do they not? Because it sounds a lot lik...
Death: It's The Reaper, not Reapist, you insolent little bastard.
Me: So if you are not a sexual offender, would you like to reap me then?
Death: No! It's not your time.
Me: Oh, come on... My granddad looked awesome in his coffin! I couldn't stand him when he was alive, but his funeral was hilarious... and he looked his best ever!
Death: You're sick.. just sick.
Me: But I like pale and cold people with make-up! ........................................... Death?
Death: I'm busy!
Me: Fine, go play with.. a duck! Or something...

By the way, I really mean what I said in that dialogue. So if you don't mind, dear readers, then please make sure you die.^^ And if you do, then you should be put to view in an open coffin. I don't mean like right now, but... you know. Thanks!
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ONE thing that bothers me a bit is tact. I believe I have some, but as a matter or fact I am often too strikingly honest about my not so modest ways of thinking. And sinking with stones in my pockets I put there myself, or sticking my fingers into sockets is what this leads to. Yet this is what feeds you, or your interest in this blog rather. And this is ONE good way to learn some limits..
That was a pretty neat rhymed text, was it not? I wonder how you think of death. Are there some morale norms that should be kept? I fail to see the reason behind some of these. It's not like I don't like the people close to me. But to grieve the loss of one? It's beyond me... the simple comprehending of this... great loss.