Amy: A couple days ago. The meter man was reading his water meter and saw him through the window, sprawled out on the floor, covered in pancake batter.

Gilbert: Poor guy, killed by pancake batter.

Amy: Hello? He had a heart attack moron, he just happened to be making pancakes at the time.

Gilbert: Still, what a way to go. One minute you're making yourself a hearty, nutritious breakfast and then bingo, lights out.