Knock knock. Who's there? Existential Crisis.

Existential Crisis who? I'm not sure, but the meaninglessness of this joke is a reflection of the void that lies at the heart of our existence.

Knock knock. Who's there? Etch.

Etch who? Bless you!

Knock knock. Who's there? Hearse.

Hearse who? Hearse a real groaner for ya: I used to be a baker, but I couldn't make enough dough to roll with the big timers!

Knock knock. Who's there? Isabelle.

Isabelle who? Isabelle necessary, or can I just walk right in?