An old Cloud Temple monk laughs at the advertisement. "That poor old bastard, doesn't he know no one dies? That's why they pay us the big bucks to pluck those pesky souls back from the soulstream -- Ariel bless us." he genuflects "No wonder the poor sob is jobless and sleeping in the slums... speaking of, I feel my daily movement coming..." he says, grasping his belly as he waddles to the nearest slum.