Call the Mortuary.

On Saturday I went to the Lincoln Park Zoo in Chicago with my friends Katie and Ann, and Ann's four-year-old son, Owen. We were in the middle of debating whether zebra stripes are really black and white or more of a chocolate hue when Owen said, matter of factly, "There is a dead monster out there." Come again? "There's a dead monster. It's right there," he said. So I look to where he's pointing and sure enough: dead monster.