"Death by chocolate wasn't officially on the death certificate"

I was at a birthday meal recently, sat by someone who is lovely but I don't know very well. I had ordered a lemonade and lime (a must at the pub) and by the time it was in my hand we had already discussed death at the table. And it wasn't even me that brought it up. Swear.

Her boyfriend started it by bringing up a box of chocolates. A pandoras box of chocolates if you will. These chocolates, an intended christmas present, sadly never made its way to the recipient (you can absolutely guess where this one is going.) The person it was meant for had died, I assume, just before Christmas, so although wrapped and ready, they never got their chocolates. Although agreeably sad, that was not the focus for the table. The question at hand?

Should they eat the chocolates?!

Answers were flying left and right and it was beautifully amusing. My personal favourite call out was "well the chocolate didn't do it." This prompted a response which became the title of this article: "death by chocolate wasn't officially on the death certificate."

I can't say for certain what the correct response is, and I acknowledge it is a bit dodgy to steal choccies off of a dead person, but hand on heart? If there was a box of Lindt in my cupboard? I'd just have to keep telling myself it is what they would've wanted...probably.