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4-panel comic by War and Peas. Panel 1: The Grim Reaper approaches a building labelled "FART FACTORY," saying, "Oh no. I knew this day would come." Panel 2: Inside the factory, surrounded by green pipes and workers in lab coats, the Reaper announces: "Sorry, guys. I'm here to take all of you." Panel 3: The workers panic. "Gasp! What was it?" One cries, "Ah, my kids…" Panel 4: The Reaper clarifies: "Leak in pipe 3. And Carl." Carl clicks his lighter, confused: "Huh?"

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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 sits on a park bench reading a book. He calls out to a passing boy: "Yo, kid. Better tie your shoelaces." Panel 2: The boy asks nervously, "Is that how I'm going to pass on?" Panel 3: The Reaper reassures him: "Um no, you're gonna go peacefully of old age." Panel 4: The kid runs off excitedly. "Awesome! I'm gonna go try heroin!"

 

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4-panel comic by War and Peas. Panel 1: The Grim Reaper appears before an old lady knitting in her armchair. "It's time." Panel 2: She looks up cheerfully. "Time for what? Time for some cocoa?" Panel 3: Death facepalms. "Mrs. Schmidt..." She grabs her walker: "Time for some cookies and the new season of Bridgerton?" Panel 4: They sit on the couch together with cookies, cake, and Bridgerton on TV. Death protests, "We can't keep doing this, Mrs.—" She shushes him: "Pssst!"

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4-panel comic by War and Peas. Panel 1: A man stands in an office at night, adjusting his tie nervously while speaking into a phone. The window shows a crescent moon in the sky. He says, “I’m sorry. I won’t make it tonight. I have a deadline.” Panel 2: Outside the office window, the Grim Reaper, cloaked and skeletal, chuckles from behind some bushes. He watches the man through the window and says, “Hehe. Yes, you do.” Panel 3: The Grim Reaper silently continues watching the man through the window, who is now seated and working at his desk. The tension builds. Panel 4: The Grim Reaper, slightly embarrassed or amused, raises his hands defensively and says, “Okay, I like puns. Sue me.” The man remains unaware inside.

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4-panel comic by War and Peas. Panel 1: The Grim Reaper stands over a body, clipboard in hand, addressing a ghost. "Thanks for using our soul-reaping services." Panel 2: Close-up of the Reaper reading from the clipboard. "Would you say your experience was — Good, Great, Not sure." Panel 3: The ghost stares blankly. Silence. Panel 4: The Reaper writes on the clipboard. "I'm gonna put down 'Great.'"