Ken Lay "dead" at 64. Right.

We were all so "sad" to hear of Kenny Boy's "death". Some kind of "heart attack", apparently. Cut down in the prime of life. Taken from us just before he heard about his sentencing. Meaning just before we had to pardon him. So now, he's "dead". So sad. Wonderful father. Caring husband. Brilliant businessman. No point looking for him at a secret CIA safe house luxury resort in Argentina where he could be spending the next ten years in total decadent splendor. No, sirree, Ken's "dead". Really. He's superdead. Extra dead. Had to cremate right away, of course, because of the, I don't know, the altitude, I guess. Yeah, that's it, the altitude. And of course now sad and lovely Mrs. Lay will get to keep all his assets. So sad. I'm cryin'. We're all cryin'.