"You don't want to ask after the health of anyone, if you're a funeral director. They think maybe you're scouting for business."

"Coroner's a political appointment here," said Ibis. "His job is to kick the corpse. If it doesn't kick back, he signs the death certificate."

"Hey," said Shadow. "Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are." The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.
"Say ‘Nevermore,’ " said Shadow.
"Fuck you," said the raven. It said nothing else as they went through the woodland together.