Hmm. Well, alright. There was--and now Ben was assuming in this scenario that the dead could actually be controlled through dance and wouldn't become, say, flesh eating zombies--the potential that it could potentially spice up the day to day in Repose. But if they wanted to talk about smell, was there really anything worse than decomposing bodies? He was pretty sure there wasn't. And he worked around some pretty noxious chemicals all day. "Alright, fair. It would definitely make things a little more colorful around here. But uh... The smell though? What are you going to do about that? Dress them in flowers?" Which probably wouldn't do much except make them smell like rot and flowers.
Ben shrugged, not terribly perturbed by the grabbing or the insulting his music. He got both at home. Large families came with extra pairs of grabby hands. "I dunno. It kinda lets my mind go blank. I like that when I'm running. Why, what would you run to?"