Yearbook by Seth Rogen:
I can now see that he is basically unconscious, his body balanced in the chair shockingly well. He’s propped up in kind of a Weekend at Bernie’s-esque way. If he had sunglasses on, he would almost look normal.
I then look around and realize that this chair I put him in is actually at the head of a table of about twelve people. They are all staring at me and Scott, not really knowing what to say, and before I can explain anything, a fleet of servers and starts placing food in front of them, not noticing that there is maybe-dead man at the head of the table.