"Hi! What's the idea?" demanded the rudely awakened one.
"The camera man wants you to go to get him some film."
"Who—me?"
"Yes—you! Skip!"
"I can't go get no film!"
"You can't? Why not?"
"'Cause I'm dead, that's why! I was told to be killed, and I was. I fell off my hoss dead, an' I'm deader'n a door nail. I dassn't git up to git no film for nobody. I'm dead!"
And the man rolled over and closed his eyes.