Probably clawing at the inside of his coffin.
Because there are twenty of them.
They both spent a fortune making their noses more white.
Me. Ow.
One has a pause at the end of it's clause, the other has claws at the end of it's paws.
A coconut.
A roasted baby with an apple in its mouth.
He'd be scratching at the lid of his coffin yelling, "Let me out! I'm alive! Let me out!!"
Because his life is at stake.