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A pie-maker, with the power to bring dead people back to life, solves murder mysteries with his alive-again childhood sweetheart, a cynical private investigator, and a lovesick waitress.
Ned: Everything we do is a choice. Oatmeal or cereal. Highway or side streets. Kiss her or keep her. We make choices and we live with the consequences. If someone gets hurt along the way we ask for forgiveness. It's the best anyone can do.
[repeated line] Emerson Cod: Oh, HELL no!
Emerson Cod: Well, that idea might make a stupid idea feel better about itself.
Emerson Cod: Future Me though, is going 'I told you so' up one side of you down the other one... but Now Me is just gonna sit back and watch.
Emerson Cod: What got thee to a nunnery? Olive Snook: Oh, Emerson. You really want to know? Emerson Cod: Not especially. That was just my attempt at polite wee talk. Moment's passed, so let's talk compensation.
[repeated line] Narrator: The facts were these...
Ned: You're supposed to be dead. You're pushing your luck. Charlotte 'Chuck' Charles: Yeah, well, luck pushed me first.
[repeated line] Coroner: Mmmmmmmmm-hmmmmmmmm.
[repeated Line] Emerson Cod: Aww Hell No!
Narrator: The Pie Maker had grown accustomed to the feeling his heart made when it looked out his eyes and saw her sleeping in the next bed.
Charlotte 'Chuck' Charles: Do you think dying has made me morbid?
Emerson Cod: You can't die of evilness. Charlotte 'Chuck' Charles: Happens all the time; you do something mean or hurtful to someone like tell a secret... Bang! You're dead. Olive Snook: Or bang! You're not really dead, you're just pretending to be dead while other people who think you're dead are heartbroken. Emerson Cod: Or bang! You talk too much and you both go wait in the car.
[repeated line] Olive Snook: Jiminy Crispies!
Olive Snook: Yesterday, a farrier named Lucas Shoemaker was found dead. Trampled. Emerson Cod: Why should I care about a dude that sells fur coats? Olive Snook: Not a furrier, a farrier. Heir. Emerson Cod: Fair-rier? Olive Snook: It's a blacksmith. Puts shoes on horses. Emerson Cod: Don't try to act like that's a word everybody knows.
Olive Snook: I'm a pack rat of sorts myself. Of emotions. Not so much with actual things.