"I know that?" she said, rolling her eyes. "Because swimming all the time is adventuresome," Lorena said with a grin. "It made have chiselled your manly features, but I just don't know if that makes up for your ridiculous death. Sorry, you'll have to do something to redeem yourself after you're death. Maybe a posthumous book? Or you haunt something really nifty. Or maybe you come back from the dead as an underwater zombie with green glowing eyes and tentacles and you grab people as they swim by, and you're missing a chunk out of your head from decomposition, and you hold them underwater and say really weird stuff at them, like 'You're the other white meat.'"