Cheers, Season 9

Frasier:
Carla, death is an earthly scientific passage predicted by either massive physical injury or progressive bodily deterioration. There is as little validity in a supposed death dream as there is in the cliched image of death itself as a grim bloodless ghoul who's bony finger reaches out to tap you on the shoulder when your number's up.

Lilith:
[taps Frasier's shoulder] Frasier, it's time to go.

Frasier:
[Screams] Don't do that, woman. Put on some blush.