My servant came home from the marketplace today sweaty and out of breath. 'What's the matter?' I queried. Frantically, he told me 'I met the angel of death today while in the marketplace! He was staring straight at me! Please, sire, give me some money such that I may flee from this place!' 'Where would you go?' 'To Jersualum, where I may hide from the angel of death!'

Later that day, The angel of death came to my house for a drink. 'Why did you scare my servant in the marketplace today?' I demanded of him. 'I was shocked! I had an appointment with him this evening in Jersualum and was surprised to see him at the marketplace' was his reply.

Nice? I read it off a book somewhere but cant seem to find the book right now.