Death eating a cracker

Apparently the concept of death embodied into a physical form, no matter how terrible and ghastly it may be on its own, is even more terrible and ghastly when the physical apparition in question is eating a cracker. I don't know why. It's just something people say.

You probably think i am pulling all of this out of my ass, but i assure you i am not. People really do use this expression.

Now, try and picture death. What do you see? Oh, the skeleton with the black robe and the big scythe? Yeah, that's sorta what he looks like; but he's looking more like Calista Flockhart these days. Everything's getting feminized, isn't it? Anyway, regardless of whether you see him as a bad man or a bad woman, the fact remains: He is dead.

Do you know what keeps you alive? It has a great deal to do with things that are moist. (And I'm not talking about how you got alive in the first place; shut up.) Your heart pumps blood, your glands salivate, you piss like a cow on a flat rock, etc. You're mostly made of water, they say. (It would be beer in my case, but that's pretty darn close, if you ask me.) So, when you are dead, there is no moisture. You dry up. Now, what would taste the worst if you were all dried up?

That's right! A cracker!

This, I fear, has been an exercise in explaining the obvious. All old sayings have a basis in truth. You need not look far to find it, usually.