A Quote by Terry Pratchett

Grinning like a necrophiliac in a morgue. — © Terry Pratchett
Grinning like a necrophiliac in a morgue.

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I had just graduated from Michigan State and I was working at a hospital. I was a security guard, I worked at night. Part of my job was putting bodies in the morgue and doing that kind of thing. I used to put bodies in the morgue and take them out. When I got done doing that at the hospital, in the morning I would work out before I went to sleep.
Last guy I was interested in turned out to be an incestuous necrophiliac," she said. "So no, not currently dating, and definitely not doing any more shopping in the 'sociopath' category
Why the devil was my husband positively grinning - and with what looked remarkably like relief?
Vishous, could you stop grinning like that? You're beginning to freak me out.
Things like 'mad as a hatter' or 'grinning like a Cheshire cat', are so powerful that music and songs incorporate the imagery. Writers, artists, illustrators, a lot of them have incorporated that.
The Louvre is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends.
CINCINNATI MORGUE, AN EQUAL-OPPORTUNITY SERVICE SINCE 1966.
My life is like a memento mori painting from European art: there is always a grinning skull at my side to remind me of the folly of human ambition.
As I got older, I got more Victorian and morbid. I got into things that circled around death, like skulls or morgue photographs or handwritten diaries. They can be almost haunted with all this history, and you project onto it and then it gets onto you.
Jack jumped off the couch, pulling his shirt back on. "Next time,if you'd like, I'll just come without one," he said,grinning at me.
I had so many unsold murder pictures lying around my room...I felt as if I were renting out a wing of the City Morgue.
Holy silicone suppository, Batman!” Ethan said, grinning. Dan snorted, Parker coughed to disguise a laugh, and I glared at them all. “What?” My brother shrugged defensively. “That’s what it looks like.
I can't help it, Kate. And I'm laughing at me. I feel like one of those sappy men who run around with a big grin on his face all the time. I feel like grinning all the time around you, and it's so idiotic.
True enough, the country is calm. Calm as a morgue or a grave, would you not say?
Literary history is the great morgue where all seek the dead ones whom they love, or to whom they are related.
Sit back and get some sleep. Oh great. So if we have an accident and I'm asleep my resistance toward fighting death will be down and I'll wake up in a morgue.
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