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?

FRED: Yeah.

D-D: Are they good people or bad people?

FRED: Like most people. Neither.

D-D: It’s just their job?

FRED: Mmmhmm.