Standing ankle deep in the bills, he sometimes thought, “Duck slaughterhouse, which seemed both funny and sad, just like his floor.
Which reminds me of another bad joke (why do these stay with me?):
Q. What do you call a guy with no arms or legs stuffed into your mailbox?
A. Bill
And (this bonus joke for no good reason at all):
Q. What do you call a dog with no legs?
A. Doesn’t matter, he won’t come anyway.
Oh, and special for the landscaper amongst us:
Q. What to you call a quadriplegic lying in a hole in the ground?
A. Phil.