- Luis Manuel: Señor, how does it feel to be dead?
- Carlos del Refugio: No different at all. That's what bothers me. I think I should be able to fly or something.
- Luis Manuel: Well, not everybody who dies, flies, Señor.
- Carlos del Refugio: That's what bothers me.
- Carlos del Refugio: [reading aloud] To Luis Manuel and to whom it may concern. Dear friend Luis, this letter tells you that I forgive you for stealing my best duck. Go your way and be happy with the blessing of your dear friend, Carlos del Refugio. Oh, P.S. I am writing this letter the day before I died.