“What is it”, he asked,

“Damn it”, was all she said. He went back and looked at the photo.

“Yeah, she was beautiful. What a waste. All that brushed aluminum, wasted.” He liked that she still felt, even after all she had seen.

As they walked down the shiny white hall they could hear some guy yell “Hey, Stephanie, want an ice cold Pepsi.” Then some laughs.

Morgue humor, you had to have it or you would go crazy.