"Uh huh." His tone was flat, unconvinced, and unenthusiastic. "I'm sure he was real something. But doesn't matter 'cuz he's dead." Jack let out a low, cocky laugh. "Goddamn I'll never get tired of saying that." He laughed a little harder, continuing as if his next statement was flashing in bright neon lights. "Rrrrroland's dead!. God, you can't just invent feel-good statements like that. Just rolls off the tongue. Probably even cures cancer, it's so good."