"You'll forgive me if I delay the reunion with my honored ancestors for as long as possible. Enlightening as it may prove to be, there's very little you can get done when you're dead, unless you count fertilizing." He smirked and took another sip. Still awful.
"It's not Yueling Oolong, but beggars," he cast a glance at the broken locked cabinet. "...and thieves can hardly afford to be choosy."