Only Crazed-Way Half

"How many dead people does it take to make a living one?" He asks half, though only crazed-way. The man by his side looks at him funny. They're strangers, after all.

"Are you alive sir?" He asks in his sane kind of way.

"Why, of course I am!" The man exclaims in his normal-Joe kind of way.

"Of course sir of course," he responds then turns away from the living normal-Joe, "Are you alive, ma'am?" He asks a woman. She's pretty in some traditional sense, if not the western tradition. Maybe a southern tradition? Or perhaps a northern-southern east sense.

"What kind of a question is that? You can see me walking can't you?" Responds the northern-southern easterly woman.

"Oh yesss ma'am! I can! I'm so sorry to bother you!" He skips a couple feet to the north-right, about 51 and a third degrees, past the living normal-Joe to yet another man, in a top hat and t-shirt. A bear with a heavy beard, spectacles, and similar top hat resides in blue print on his t-shirt.

"You sir!" The sane-crazed half man calls, pointing, "Are you alive sir?" The bear looks at him with peculiarity that the top hat man doesn't share.

"Well who's asking?" The top hat's resident asks.

"Why sir, I'm asking," the half man responds with delight.

"To which why do you ask?"

"The why that wishes to know how many dead people make a living one?"

"That's a peculiar question sir," Mr. Top-hat man states, bringing his hand to his face in thought, "I suppose it only took one for me."

"Just one!"

"Yes I suppose just one."

"Well that's delightful!"

"It sure is, what about you?" The top-hat man is curious.

"Why, I can't say for sure I'm living," The crazed half-man responds in jolly.

"You sure do ask a lot of questions for a dead man," says the top-hat man.

"Dead men do ask no questions, no real questions anyhow," perhaps he is less a crazed half-man more a sane half-crazed living man? Anyhow, he agrees. The man with the elegant bear continues on:

"The dead folk ask no questions. They pulse and breathe and live dead. But you, sir, you pulse and breathe and question life! You're as alive as I've seen!"

"I am?" The sane half-crazed living man asks in blissful amazement.

"Aren't you?"

"I've definitely met a lot of dead people. Maybe it did bring me to life."

"A lot, a little, the difference is only a number."

"I like that quite a lot sir. Quite a lot."

"Well thank you, I crinkled it myself sir."

"You crinkled well sir."

And with that the bear, quite dead, meandered back into the mall to find a counterpart. And the tophat hugged greasy hair a few hours longer. And the sane-crazed, half-maybe, living-man skipped on past the corpses of the living to meet more dead people and, hopefully, another living soul.

Ever. after happily