Today's Crypo-Saying Answer is:
You are so boring that when I see you my feet go to sleep.
Every cloud engenders not a storm.
-- William Shakespeare, "Henry VI"
A morgue is a morgue is a morgue. They can paint the walls with aggressively
cheerful primary colors and splashy bold graphics, but it's still a holding
place for the dead until they can be parted out to organ banks. Not that I
would have cared normally but my viewpoint was skewed. The relentless
pleasance of the room I sat in seemed only grotesque.
-- Pat Cadigan, "Mindplayers"