"This is a hearse?" I asked the boy ridding with me. "It rides like a log wagon!" I told him. "You are the first passenger to ever complain about the ride. None of the previous passengers ever complained." He said.
"Well!" I thought to myself. "That is because all the previous passengers were dead!"
I thought about how to reply to that fact all the way to Good Shepherd hospital in Longview and remained silent because I couldn't think of anything worthy of saying about the fact that I was alive and could feel every bump and jolt in my left leg.