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63. They must have altered those pictures, too. I don't think it'll work any other way, do you?

I haven't bothered getting a passport, but heard the pictures are really poor, so maybe they didn't change them out, but they just don't look enough alike to me.

My driver's license already frightens me enough to not want to get another picture. The day I had my last one taken I looked and felt like I was ready for the morgue. No one seemed to think anything was amiss, though.

I keep expecting to be treated like the dude on the burial cart in Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I felt like squeaking that I wasn't dead yet. Just like this:

The Dead Collector: Bring out yer dead.

(a man puts a body on the cart)

Large Man with Dead Body: Here's one.

The Dead Collector: That'll be ninepence.

The Dead Body That Claims It Isn't: I'm not dead.

The Dead Collector: What?

Large Man with Dead Body: Nothing. There's your ninepence.

The Dead Body That Claims It Isn't: I'm not dead.

The Dead Collector: 'Ere, he says he's not dead.

Large Man with Dead Body: Yes he is.

The Dead Body That Claims It Isn't: I'm not.

The Dead Collector: He isn't.

Large Man with Dead Body: Well, he will be soon, he's very ill.

The Dead Body That Claims It Isn't: I'm getting better.

Large Man with Dead Body: No you're not, you'll be stone dead in a moment.

The Dead Collector: Well, I can't take him like that. It's against regulations.

The Dead Body That Claims It Isn't: I don't want to go on the cart.

Large Man with Dead Body: Oh, don't be such a baby.

The Dead Collector: I can't take him.

The Dead Body That Claims It Isn't: I feel fine.

Large Man with Dead Body: Oh, do me a favor.

The Dead Collector: I can't.

Large Man with Dead Body: Well, can you hang around for a couple of minutes? He won't be long.

The Dead Collector: I promised I'd be at the Robinsons'. They've lost nine today.

Large Man with Dead Body: Well, when's your next round?

The Dead Collector: Thursday.

The Dead Body That Claims It Isn't: I think I'll go for a walk.

Large Man with Dead Body: You're not fooling anyone, you know. Isn't there anything you could do?

The Dead Body That Claims It Isn't: I feel happy. I feel happy.

(the Dead Collector glances up and down the street furtively, then silences the Body with his a whack of his club)

Large Man with Dead Body: Ah, thank you very much.

The Dead Collector: Not at all. See you on Thursday.

Large Man with Dead Body: Right.

Naturally, I'm playing The Dead Body. I wonder if that will happen to me on one of my less than chipper days...

Actually, I'm not sure I could have said that. I just sighed and asked when I could get another picture taken, in hopes of having another day when I wasn't half past dead.