So many great quotable passages, but the idea of DEATH mingling at a party had me laughing out loud:
WE’VE GOT A FEW MINUTES, said Death, taking a drink from a passing tray. LET’S MINGLE.
‘They can’t see me either!’ said Mort. ‘But I’m real!’
REALITY IS NOT ALWAYS WHAT IT SEEMS, said Death. ANYWAY, IF THEY DON’T WANT TO SEE ME, THEY CERTAINLY DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU. THESE ARE ARISTOCRATS, BOY. THEY’RE GOOD AT NOT SEEING THINGS.
WHY IS THERE A CHERRY ON A STICK IN THIS DRINK?
‘Mort,’ said Mort automatically.
IT’S NOT AS IF IT DOES ANYTHING FOR THE FLAVOUR. WHY DOES ANYONE TAKE A PERFECTLY GOOD DRINK AND THEN PUT IN A CHERRY ON A POLE?