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"Death" Riddles - Next 10 of 68.
Riddle:
What does man love more than life Fear more than death or mortal strife What the poor have, the rich require, and what contented men desire, What the miser spends and the spendthrift saves And all men carry to their graves?
Answer: Nothing.
Riddle:
I have a beginning, but no end and I end all things that begin. What am I?
Answer: Death.
Riddle:
The fuel for life, Important parts of the day, Even if it is a long time away. Long lasting use, Long lasting fuse, Until my explosive death day. What am I?
Answer: The sun.
Riddle:
What do liars do after death?
Answer: Lie still.
Riddle:
In a house, there lives a family of 4. There is a father, a mother, an older sister, and a younger sister. One day, the father catches a disease. A week later, Death comes to take the father's soul. The mother begs for 5 more years with her husband, and Death agrees. 5 years later, Death comes back. The older sister begs for 3 more years with her father, and Death agrees. 3 years later, Death comes back. The father, mother, and older sister turn to the younger sister for help, and she is holding a candle with a flame on the end of the wick. The younger sister says, "I have a deal to make, Death. My father will live until this candle burns out." And Death agrees. However, Death never returns. Why not?
Answer: The younger sister blew out the candle, so it didn't technically burn out. Then she threw away the candle so the family wouldn't mistakenly light it.
Riddle:
I am not a person nor an animal. I was born from the death of something large and hot. I am capable of consuming anything and everything. I am very dark and exists in a place where there is no gravity. What am I?
Answer: A black hole.
Riddle:
What welcomes you with open arms, but many people try to avoid it?
Answer: Death.
Riddle:
A nightmare for some. For others, a savior I come. My hand's cold and bleak. It's the warm hearts they seek. What am I?
Answer: Death.
Riddle:
Alive without breath, As cold as death, Never thirsty, Ever drinking, Clad in mail, Never clinking, Drowns on dry land, Thinks an island Is a mountain, Thinks a fountain Is a puff of air. What am I?
Answer: A fish.
Riddle:
I am the kind of game that people play. But I used to be a death sentence back in the day. What kind of game am I?
Answer: Hangman!
