- Sergeant Wu: How much did he pay you?
- Mr. Harold C. Melville: Well... Six grand. $1,000 for each body. But I did report it on my income tax.
- Hank Griffin: You ever thought about what you want done?
- Sergeant Wu: With what?
- Hank Griffin: You. Being cremated or buried.
- Sergeant Wu: Not really, you?
- Hank Griffin: Yeah. Last thing I ever want is to wind up in the ground. I get claustrophobic just thinking about it. Cremate me, spread my ashes over the Willamette river, and let me float free to the edges of wherever.
- Sergeant Wu: You know, there are a lot of cows and horses that drink from the river.
- Hank Griffin: So?
- Sergeant Wu: So what happens if some cow drinks from the Willamette and gets you, too, then craps you out in a field? Then some farmer comes along and tills that field. Next thing you know, you're buried beneath the cold, dark ground.
- Hank Griffin: ...Don't mess with a man's afterlife.