 Sticking him full of little holes. I'm blowing his brains out, and I'm drowning him. I don't get it. No, stop it! Stop his heart! Stop it! Joe, Joe, grab her! Good Lord, she's trying to kill him all over again. A man may be dead, but death is no end, for his heart will go on beating endlessly in the brain of the murderer, endlessly until a gallows trap is sprung, and the murderer's brain, too, is dead.