Quote from Frasier in Honor Thy Mother
Carla: Well, the dream is always the same. There's a casket on a slab in an empty room. You walk slowly toward it. Suddenly, the lid flies open. Norm: You see your own face? Carla: No, you see these feet, 'cause you're looking at the wrong end. Then, you look upward, and there's your own face, pale and bluish with pennies over your eyes. And that's when you bolt up in bed screaming. Frasier: Carla, death is an earthly scientific passage predicted by either massive physical injury or progressive bodily deterioration. There is as little validity in a supposed death dream as there is in the cliched image of death itself as a grim, bloodless ghoul whose bony finger reaches out to tap you on the shoulder when your number's up. Lilith: Frasier, it's time to go. Frasier: [screams] Don't do that, woman! For God's sakes, put on some blusher.