His Excellency:
When did it happen, Mr. Van Cleve?
Henry Van Cleve:
Tuesday. To be exact, I died at 9:36 in the evening.
His Excellency:
I trust you didn't suffer much.
Henry Van Cleve:
Oh, no, no, not in the least. I had finished my dinner...
His Excellency:
A good one, I hope.
Henry Van Cleve:
Oh, excellent, excellent. I ate everything the doctor forbade, and then... well, to make a long story short, shall we say, I fell asleep without realizing it. And when I awakened, there were all my relatives speaking in low tones and saying nothing but the kindest things about me. Then I knew I was dead.
His Excellency:
I presume your funeral was satisfactory.
Henry Van Cleve:
Well, there was a lot of crying, so I believe everybody had a good time.
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