Jack Black

Through the crowd of paparazzi, their eyes locked.  Even though the stranger was dressed in stylish modern clothing rather than the familiar hooded robe, Jack Black understood instantly that the Grim Reaper had come to collect him on this chilly December day. 

"Wow, it's my time already?  Crap.  Where's your long curvy sharp thing?"

"My scythe was confiscated by airport security.  No matter; I'll bludgeon you to death with this bag of rocks.  I'll try to make it quick."

"Stay your hand, Death!  The gum commands you to find another!"

"The gum has spoken.  Very well, Jack Black, you may live.  I'll take Captain Beefheart instead."

"Thank you, gum, and thank you, Death.  Now I can enjoy these newly-purchased kitchen implements or whatever they are."