A corpse walks into a bar.

"Hey," says the corpse. "How's it going?"

"Not great," says the bartender.

"Oh, I don't know," says the corpse. "I think things are starting to look up"

"That's nice," says the bartender. "Say, would you like something to drink?"

"Sure, can I get a Whiskey sour?" says the corpse. "I'm feeling kind of rusty."