It happens while you're dead 'cause you lay lumpy in bed, unable to
**** pretty Ted Danson nor answer to any name sounding like Fred
Dryer or Martha Hyer or John Cryer. It's so hard being mega-stiff at
the funeral home in a coffin while everybody is scarfing hot tuna or
dolphin. You ain't never been so dead before while your 666 pagan-
lovers are lined up hailing Satan: ragging on Oprah, jiving & hatin.'