Barbara: Adam, is this what happens when you die?
Receptionist: This is what happens when *you* die. [points at a gaunt man smoking] That is what happens when *he* dies.
[points at a woman cut in half on the sofa reading] And that is what happens when *they* die. It’s all very personal. And I’ll tell you something: if I knew then what I know now. . .I wouldn’t have had my little accident.
[the dead people laugh]