Death Becomes Her

— Where did you put my wife?
— She's dead. She's in the morgue.
— The morgue! She'll be furious.

— Jesus, at least lie quickly!
— I am trying to.

— Is it up yet?
— Yes, sir. It's in the bath.

— I pushed her down the stairs. She is absolutely stone cold.
— I just had this feeling inside of me that I couldn't contain.

We are creatures of the spring, you and I.