"Don't bother," Matthew croaked, settling his wings with a shuffling sound like silk on silk. "Living after being dead is confusing," he said, with a harsh air of knowing finality. "You're supposed to be messed up about it. Ain't that the point? Didn't you say a buncha lawyers did it?" Matthew tipped his beak up at the sky. "That is something a buncha lawyers would come up with. Sort of like fucked up poetic... anti-justice."