I have. Not - [by death, though. Gary fidgets, adjusts the ends of his sleeves.] Look, if she was in a straitjacket for that long, I'm not saying that excuses it, but maybe there's more going on.

I know dying sucks, though, and - and you're angry. Hell, no one's denying you should be, I'd go spare if I'd been stabbed up by a lady that shops in the kids' section.

That's weird, by the way, if she can hear me. [Gary raises his hand as if to shield himself. Just being honest.] Don't murder me.