Considering that I had only tried to kill a dead person once in my life and had been pretty darned successful, thank you very much, I really didn’t feel like I needed a lecture on the subject. By all accounts, I was an expert, I just had to arm myself with a quiver of sharpened #2 pencils and I was good to go. Xander, however, seemed to think that the ease of my dispatching Mr. Hickey might have had something more to do with blind luck than with any unique dead-people-killing skill.So he felt that if I were going to, you know, live out my remaining days in peace and tranquility, I ought to be given the ins and outs of corpse-killing.
“Your best bet is to cut their heads off or blast their brains out the back of their skull,” began Xander. “Anything that destroys their brains puts an end to their afterlife ways.”
“That’s it? Shoot them in the head?”