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5-panel comic by War and Peas Panel 1: The Grim Reaper stands before a rack of scythes, pondering, “So, which scythe am I in the mood for today?” Panel 2: Lord Nibbles – a smug-looking black cat lounges on an ornate chair, pointing with its claws and saying, “Ohh, take that one!” Panel 3: The Grim Reaper looks at a shiny red scythe, saying, “My ruby-crested reap of doom, haha. I take this one for reaping the really rich.” Panel 4: Then, while looking at a list, he adds, “But there are no billionaires on today’s list.” Panel 5: The cat, now gripping a golden dagger, grins mischievously and says, “That can be arranged.”

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4-panel comic by War and Peas. Panel 1: The Grim Reaper stands at a man's door holding a potted seedling and announces, "I hereby hand over your father's remains." Panel 2: Reading from a note, the Reaper continues, "It was his final wish to be planted under this seedling, so that he will grow into a mighty tree," and hands the pot over. Panel 3: The man carries the little plant into his living room which is filled with brown, withered houseplants that clearly didn't make it. Panel 4: Sweating, he holds the seedling and thinks, "One last cruel joke, right, Dad?"

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4-panel comic by War and Peas. Panel 1: In a public restroom, the Grim Reaper strides toward a man washing his hands, thinking, "Your time has come" while a strip of toilet paper trails from the Reaper's own shoe. Panel 2: The cheerful man points and says, "Hey, pal. You got some toilet paper on your shoe there." Panel 3: The Reaper glances down and mutters, "Uhm... Thanks." Panel 4: As the man strolls out into the sunshine, the embarrassed Reaper quietly crosses his name off a long list.

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Panel 1: The Grim Reaper asks a person, "Any last word?" The person responds, "Shouldn't it be words? Plural?" Panel 2: The Grim Reaper says, "No, I'm on a tight schedule today. Just one word." Panel 3: The person ponders for a moment, hand on their chin, while the Grim Reaper waits patiently. Panel 4: The person says, "Boobs."