It would be with someone living because spending it with someone dead would be boring.
Not necessarily. Just get yourself a dead whisperer. The last I heard, they came in the form of six year old dead kids.
I would choose... Sukie, so she could tell me more about John.
I would choose... Shit, so it could tell me more about Sukie.
I have mister Murphy's secret buttock phone number.
We chatted about tons of crap just the other day.
Oh, I bet his mom wasn't surprised, when the doctor told her: "Congratulations, Mrs Shit, you have a healthy baby boy featuring a stripey crotch."
I mean, if I spent a hour with someone dead, I'd just be sitting there talking to a corpse, so I choose Trump so I can slap his squirrel of his bald orange head.