I can't help but wonder about the eschatology of that image. Are the angel and death gambling for the old man's life? His soul? Are they just passing the time until he dies? Are they co-workers, or rivals? Am I thinking abut this too much? :)
@Purple Wyrm: I always figured any angel and demon who encountered one another on Earth would sort of take the mindset of soldiers from rival armies taking cover in the same foxhole. Sure, they could stab each other with their bayonets, but one guy's got chocolate, and the other guy's got smokes, and what the hell they're probably gonna die anyway from this poorly-aimed artillery barrage, so they may as well pass the time and trade photos of each other's girlfriends.
In relation to that pic, I just thought of a comment that I'd totally go to hell for and am not even going to add it here, as it's really fucking offensive, even for me. Except I'm still not exactly sure whether I'd be offending Jerry Lewis, Hitler, or general good taste most of all.