[Susan tries not to roll her eyes. She doesn't quite succeed.]

The anthropomorphic personification of insanity, perhaps. No, he's an assassin. ...Was.

And I'm quite sure you're alive, because, as I said, we have a rather unusual perspective on life. ...It runs in the family, you see.

[Normally, Susan would avoid mentioning this and keep things to her nice normal self, but Grandfather was terribly unsubtle and insisted on making blatant comments such as 'oh so you've talked to my granddaughter' no matter how many times she spoke with him about it. If he was bent on speaking with the man (the skeleton), he'd find out sooner rather than later.]