We understand the difficulty, being dead and all, but you really can’t just lie there all day. You’re obstructing traffic, if nothing else. As regards other things, well, I doubt you want to be left out in the sun too long; breeds maggots. Sir, are you listening to me? Sir, I need you to move. Sir, this is very—I know you were murdered, but life goes on. Now please, get up, like a good corpse, and go home or something. Sir, you are making a scene. Alright, I tried.
Boys, take this fellow down to the morgue. Book him.
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