The line reluctantly moves forward. R gets stabbed in the side of the head with the big hat and almost gets a mouthful of green wig. No wonder Death blocked this kind of thing from his memory. Jesus.

"Die of...old age...here," R moans. He think his mouth might be trying to smirk. He's not sure, though, because he's never smirked before and it feels a little twitchy.

His head lolls toward Wyatt.

"Keep an...eye out. Helping."