Victor, now don't you be a worryin' over gittin' a dead man's examiner. We'z like to tease and poke at Jmiller. Ifin' he was deader than a raccoon on a back road, on a full moon's night, we'd be sadder than a fly lost in a pool of water. We needs him round' to give ourselves sumthin' to do.

Now, ifin' you have a nice cold quiet place in that there desert to string him up? Maybe a real nice cactus?

Besides, who else is gonna tell us ifin' we'z havin' a bad hair day?