"Five thousand obituaries, thirty-five hundred in The Morgue, fifteen hundred waiting for a lub and no dub. A heartbeat ceasing is tacit permission to publish. Death seals an obituary shut."

Featuring passages of spiraling dialogue and vivid visual descriptions, Nelson's tongue-in-cheek narrative about literary tourism begs to be turned into a sculpture or play. — SF Weekly

"It's the only mention of the hospital in the Concordance. The Denouement did not happen here."

"My father studied thermonuclear reactions. He could explain Nagasaki at the subatomic level."

"On the twelfth anniversary of my brother's death, a social worker explained to me Will was not dead but divorced and tan and keeping drunk in Key West."

"On January the First of that year, he thought how much his vomit tasted like an alkaline battery."