“Well, I’ll be danged!”
“So you simply can’t be alive. Go away!”
“This is mighty queer. Are they positive it’s me?”
“Hey?”
“I mean are they sure it’s my body?”
“There’s no evidence to the contrary. Seems to be absolutely no doubt about it.”
“Well, well! Where did they find me?”
“You know as well as I do.”
“I don’t know anything of the kind. It’s news to me, Horace.”
“See here, Oliver, what’s the sense of lying to me? You know you’re dead and—”