“Right, well, that’s the last of them.”

“Whew. It’s a tragedy, this.”

“Death is just nature’s way of telling you to slow down. It’s a natural part of life.”

“Bah. We were meant to live forever.”

“Who wants to live forever?”

“What have I told you about that Freddy Mercury music?”

“No! It was an honest question!”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“But seriously. I mean, you end up sitting on some rocking chair sooner or later with no recollection of who you are or how you control your bowels. We weren’t meant to live like that. It isn’t life.”

“It’s the human condition. We’ve got to deal with it.”

“Go to the family of that last one we buried, Mister…Jo Ann Smith…and ask them if that’s the way it’s supposed to be.”

“Hmm…how long you want to live?”

“Me? Give me my seventy, maybe eighty years, and then punch me out, baby.”

“I’d like to hit a hundred. Maybe then I—what is it? What’s wrong?”

“Where’s my wallet? Last I saw it was before break, and after that we started to fill in the…”

“You idiot.”