Reminds me of Monty Python “Meaning of Life” - it was the Salmon Mousse...
Wait. I din’t have the salmon mousse!
ENGLISHMAN HOST: Mummy! Mum, where are you?
ENGLISHWOMAN HOST: Daddy?
ENGLISHMAN HOST: Mummy? Mummy? (opens door, looks at black robed Death standing there) Yes? Is it about the hedge? Well, I'm awfully sorry, but...
DEATH: I am the Grim Reaper.
ENGLISHMAN HOST: Who?
DEATH: The Grim Reaper.
ENGLISHMAN HOST: Yes, I see.
DEATH: I am Death.
ENGLISHMAN HOST: Yes, well, the thing is, we've got some people from America for dinner tonight...
ENGLISHWOMAN HOST: Who is it, darling?
ENGLISHMAN HOST: It's a Mr. Death or something. He's come about the reaping? I don't think we need any at the moment.
ENGLISHWOMAN HOST: Hello. Don't leave him hanging around outside, darling. Ask him in.
ENGLISHMAN HOST: I don't think it's quite the moment.
ENGLISHWOMAN HOST: Do come in. Come along. Come and have a drink. Do. Come on. It's one of the little men from the village. Do come in. Please. This is Howard Katzenberg from Philadelphia.
AMERICAN MAN GUEST: Hi.
ENGLISHWOMAN HOST: And his wife, Debbie.
AMERICAN WOMAN GUEST: Hello, there.
ENGLISHWOMAN HOST: And these are the Portland Smythes, Jeremy and Fiona.
ENGLISHMAN GUEST: Good evening.
ENGLISHWOMAN HOST: This is Mr. Death. Do get Mr. Death a drink, darling. Yes. Mr. Death is a reaper.
DEATH: The Grim Reaper.
ENGLISHMAN HOST: (rolling eyes) Hardly surprising in this weather.
AMERICAN MAN GUEST: So you still reap around here, do you, Mr. Death?
DEATH: I am the Grim Reaper.
ENGLISHWOMAN HOST: That's about all he says. There's your drink, Mr. Death. Do sit down.
AMERICAN MAN GUEST: We were just talking about some of the awful problems facing the Third...
ENGLISHWOMAN HOST: Would you prefer white? I'm afraid we don't have any beer.
ENGLISHMAN GUEST: The Stilton's awfully good.
DEATH: I am not of this world.
ENGLISHMAN HOST: Good Lord.
DEATH: I am Death.
ENGLISHMAN GUEST: Well, isn't that extraordinary? We were just talking about death only five minutes ago.
AMERICAN WOMAN GUEST: Yes, we were. You know, whether death is really the end...As my husband Howard here feels, or whether there is, and one so hates to use words like soul or spirit...What other words can one use?
ENGLISHMAN GUEST: Exactly.
DEATH: You do not understand.
ENGLISHMAN HOST: No. Obviously not.
AMERICAN MAN GUEST: I'll tell you something,
ENGLISHMAN HOST: Mr. Death... You don't...
AMERICAN MAN GUEST: Just one moment. I'd like to express on behalf of everybody here, what a really unique experience this is.
ENGLISHMAN GUEST: Hear, hear.
ENGLISHWOMAN HOST: Yes, we're so delighted that you dropped in, Mr. Death.
AMERICAN MAN GUEST: Can I just finish, please?
AMERICAN WOMAN GUEST: Mr. Death. Is there an afterlife?
AMERICAN MAN GUEST: Dear, if you could just wait, please...
ENGLISHWOMAN HOST: Are you sure you wouldn't like some sherry or...
AMERICAN MAN GUEST: Angela, I'd like to say this, please.
DEATH: Be quiet!
AMERICAN MAN GUEST: Can I just say this at this time, please?
DEATH:Silence! I have come for you.
ENGLISHWOMAN HOST: You mean to...
DEATH: Take you away. That is my purpose. I am Death.
ENGLISHMAN HOST: Well, that's cast rather a gloom over the evening, hasn't it?
AMERICAN MAN: I don't see it that way, Geoff. Let me tell you what I think we're dealing with here, a potentially positive learning experience that can...
DEATH: Shut up! Shut up, you American. You always talk, you Americans. You talk and you talk and you say, "Let me tell you something" and "I just wanna say this. " Well, you're dead now, so shut up!
AMERICAN WOMAN GUEST: Dead?
DEATH: Dead.
ENGLISHWOMAN: All of us?
DEATH: All of you.
ENGLISHMAN HOST: Now look here. You barge in here quite uninvited, break glasses, and then announce quite casually that we're all dead. Well, I would remind you that you're a guest in this house...
DEATH: Be quiet! Englishmen! You're all so f***ing pompous! None of you have got any balls.
ENGLISHWOMAN: Can I ask you a question?
DEATH: What?
ENGLISHWOMAN: How can we all have died at the same time?
DEATH: (long finger of bone wavers over table, and points)The salmon mousse.
ENGLISHMAN HOST: Darling, you didn't use canned salmon, did you?
ENGLISHWOMAN HOST: I'm most dreadfully embarrassed.
DEATH: Now the time has come. Follow. Follow me.
ENGLISHWOMAN HOST: Just testing. Sorry.
DEATH: Follow me. Now. Come.
ENGLISHWOMAN HOST: The fishmonger promised me he'd have some fresh salmon. He's normally so reliable.
AMERICAN WOMAN GUEST: Can we take our glasses?
ENGLISHMAN GUEST: Good idea.
AMERICAN MAN GUEST: Hey, I didn't even eat the mousse.
ENGLISHMAN HOST: Honestly, darling, I'm so embarrassed. It really is embarrassing. I mean, to serve salmon with botulism at a dinner party is social death.
AMERICAN MAN GUEST: Shall we take our cars?
ENGLISHMAN HOST: Why not?
ENGLISHWOMAN HOST: Good idea.