[Now, suddenly, he seems much more serious, and whatever playfulness from before goes up in smoke. He regards her blankly until his gaze projects off into space, like he might find the answer to her question in the air.]

When a person dies, usually that's the end of it. They're dead. Gone. Nothing left.

But due to special circumstances, my Somebody... [A sigh] Well, let's just say there were some leftovers.