“By the power vested in me by this great state and nation I hereby pronounce you, Elliot Reginald Needleman, dead.” Molly, snuggling up to me so that her left breast brushed my arm, asked, “Is that really necessary?” and I said I didn’t know, and I asked Fats, who said, “Of course not. The only federal regulation is that you take the two pennies out of your loafers and put them over the dead man’s eyes.”
