Knock knock.
“Who’s there?”
The Angel of Death.
“The Angel of Death wh — oh, wait a sec! You must be looking for the Egyptians! Two doors down, big house on your right. If you pass the locusts you’ve gone too far.”
Yes, thanks, sorry. And apologies for interrupting your dinner. What’s that you’re eating, anyway — some sort of fish…?
I think you must be confusded about what’s on the plate….I believe gefilte fish has long been an instrument of the Angel of Death…..