Mr and Mrs Smith thought they'd need (Oh, just for fun) a change of guests they had so they invited Death for a meal, via email “Hello, would you care to come for dinner? 6pm will be fine.” And Death said yes, but he wanted to know: Is that a death wish? And he was working at home so he continued deleting names on his database
2) DINNER
And it was dinner and Mrs Smith rolled her eyes, and patted her curls and Death said: “You trying to flirt with me?” And then they played cards and Death looked at Mr Smith dealing and he groaned: “You trying to cheat me?” And Mrs Smith said: “How would you like your dinner?” And Death said: "Always cold for me.” And Mr and Mrs Smith thought it was time for their guest to go but Death said: *“I’ll have you know nobody tells me when to come or go”
...dark humor, dead serious...poem based on a jumble of jokes, from various sources