He’d killed himself so many times that all his jokes about suicide rang hollow in his heart.
But he soldiered on, moving along the probability axis, from one alternate universe to another, killing any of his alternate selves that he found had not lived as worthy a life as his.
“All jokes are finite (all have punchlines.) Naturally, the longest joke must also be finite.”
“Consequently, there’s a finite number of character arrangements that can form a joke.”
“Ergo, there’s a finite number of jokes.”
“What happens if we tell the last joke?”
“I think we just did.”