“Dead or not, he must taste my Sarah's ashes.”
“Well, she's not responding to my advances," he observed more brightly than he felt, "so she must be dead." "Or she's a woman of good taste and sense.”
“You must be mistaken, my lord. There is no us."[Sarah talking to Chad]”
“I thought my fireplace dead and stirred the ashes. I burned my fingers.”
“If they were afraid of him, then he must be Satan or something even worse, like maybe Sarah Palin.”
“There is no such thing as a dead language, only a dead lay that's a little too quiet for my tastes.”