Insert foot "A" into mouth "B"

So I'm at the lunch table, right? And the conversation is, in a nutshell, about how old we're all getting, you know, how big a deal 30 or 40 or 50 is, and how we really realize how old we are when are friend's kids are teenagers, etc.

The conversation winds down, my brain farts and I burst out, "Yep," slapping my knee, "Death's coming!"

Now if I had said that in front of, say, Rob, or our friend Ward, they would have laughed. Rob did laugh, in fact, when I told him. The people at lunch, however, seemed rather stunned. One person said, "That's terrible!" The silence remained awkward.

Good thing I already have the contract!