She'd always had a soft spot in her heart (metaphorical, that heart, she didn't actually have any living organs) for people who had died more then once. They never got the rest they so justly deserved, and while she understood that, understood why, it didn't mean it was her favorite thing ever.

So Death tried to give them all a little extra love. "No no no no no. It's definitely not dog meat. It's like, a mix of pork and beef, or there are the all beef hot dogs which I think are the better ones." Death grinned. "More kosher, you know? But any hot dog is delicious, especially with some mustard and some ketchup on it! We have to find them now, oh, you'll just love them!"