The dead, Your Honor, do not agonize over their crimes and do not long to be happy, as you know.

Men die. It's practically what they're for.

We who think we are about to die will laugh at anything.

The idea of being strong for someone else having never entered their heads, I find myself in the position of having to console them. Since I'm the person going in to be slaughtered, this is somewhat annoying.

Fell?' he asked. 'Or was pushed?'

Anton shrugged again. 'It hardly makes a difference,' he said, 'when you are the man at the bottom of the stairs.

Gallows humor is part of having a doctor in the house. Deal with it.