the last book I ever read (Station Eleven: A Novel by Emily St. John Mandel, excerpt three)

from Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel:

“I should call his lawyer,” the producer said.

This solution was inarguable, but so depressing that the group drank for several minutes in silence before anyone could bring themselves to speak.

“His lawyer,” the bartender said finally. “Christ, what a thing. You die, and they call your lawyer.”