Is somethin' wrong? said Daft Wullie.Aye! snapped the kelda. Rob willnae tak' a drink o' Special Sheep Liniment!Wullie's little face screwed up in instant grief.Ach, the Big Man's deid! he sobbed. Oh waily waily waily - Will ye hush yer gob, ye big mudlin! shouted Rob Anybody, standing up. I am no' deid! I'm trying to have a moment o' existential dreed here, right? Crivens, it's a puir lookout if a man cannae feel the chilly winds o' Fate lashing aroound his nethers wi'out folks telling him he's deid, eh?
~ Terry Pratchett