Feet of Clay (Discworld, #19; City Watch, #3)

by Terry Pratchett

“It all seems very badly organized. I wish to make a complaint. I pay my taxes, after all.” I AM DEATH, NOT TAXES. I TURN UP ONLY ONCE.

There were no public health laws in Ankh-Morpork. It would be like installing smoke detectors in Hell.

you’d die of shame if people thought you could afford only a cheap funeral.

Only crimes could take place in darkness. Punishment had to be done in the light.