"Dying, sir." "Yes. I've broken every bone in my body, and I shall have to be entombed in this very chaise. I'm never to move again." "I don't think that's true, sir." "Tell him, Aaliyah! Aren't I dying?" "He does seem considerably moribund. Might I suggest wrapping him up in a comfortable shroud and taking him home, where he might pass in peace?"
