I was doing my job as coroner at the morgue the other night, all alone, when the paramedics brought in a fresh stiff. It was a young hippie-looking girl, with a bullet hole in her forehead. She looked to be about 25, and appeared to have died instantly. Her hippie smock dress had a few blood stains on it, and she even still had a joint in her mouth. But, I noticed, otherwise she was fine, I mean really fine. Blonde, blue eyes, and a rockin', voluptuous, curvy body. Aside from the bullet hole in her head, she had a gorgeous face, too. I looked down at the poor girl, looking so peaceful, and beautiful, and young, and I thought to myself, hmmm.... Nobody's here, I'm all alone. Nobody would see anything, nobody would ever know...should I? Could I? Would I? Man, Al, this is bad, man. Then I was like, ah fuck it, damn the torpedoes, I'm gonna go for it. You only live once. So I took the joint out of her mouth, took out my lighter, lit it up and smoked it...