Death and a fish

Re-reading American literature can be deleterious to sleeping at night. You could become afraid that when you die, one of your children might drill a hole in your coffin to give you some air, and end up drilling right into your face. Can't happen, you say. Check out William Faulkner's "As I Lay Dying." Of course, that child did confuse his mother with a fish. Must be something about the gene pool in Mississippi.