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I Am Convinced By The Events Of The Last Few Weeks That Nefarious Forces Of People--unidentified But No Less Real--are Threatening Life As We Know It, And In Fact, May Be Bent On Unraveling The Very Fabric Of Our Existence.

If There Was Anything I Learned From John The Baptist, It Was That The Sooner You Confess A Mistake, The Quicker You Can Get On To Making New And Better Mistakes.

. . . You Seem Upset, Charlie. Is Something Wrong? Charlie: No, No, I’m Okay, I Just Had To Take Directions From A Mute Beaver In A Fez To Get Here, It’s Unsettling.

If They'd Been Dogs, They Would Have All Been In The Yard Eating Grass And Trying To Yak Up Whatever Was Making Them Feel So Lousy. Not A Bone Gnawed, Not A Ball Chased-all Tails Went Unwagged. Oh, Life Is A Fast Cat, A Short Leash, A Flea In That Place Where You Just Can't Scratch.

The Fact That 'a Dirty Job' Has Comedy And Supernatural Horror In It, That Both Are Woven In And Out Of It With A Whimsical Tone, Despite The Fact That It's About Death, Makes It Hard To Characterize With Standard Genre Labels - But I Have No Problem With That. I'd Call It A Funny Story About Death, And Leave It At That.