Miniver makes himself busy raiding the snack cabinet and other places, not straying too far from hearing range. "I'm not dead. Unless this is Death's idea of some kind of really elaborate joke. Apparently I can still conceive children so um... not dead." He bites his lip to keep himself from babbling as he pulls out a random variety of chips and stuff and finds a table to toss it onto, all the while casting glances at Artan and Michelle and smiling a little. "I know what you mean, though. I used to live in a place where there were actually a lot of dead people. So the question came up a lot. I used to wonder if I was dead, too, but that was 15 years and at least three worlds ago..."