FRED: I’m dying.
D-D: What’s it like?
FRED: I often feel I’m alone.
D-D: It’s a lonely venture. No one can go with you. But we can be by your side and hold your hand.
FRED: I’ve had a couple dreams where I know I’m speaking to the people who disassemble … (long pause) who disassemble … (long pause)
D-D: What dad? Who disassemble other people? Souls?
FRED: No. More corporeal.
D-D: Other people?
D-D: Are they good people or bad people?
FRED: Like most people. Neither.
D-D: It’s just their job?