Trevor: Hey, dingdongs. We figured out what's happened here. You two are both named Eleanor Shellstrop. The day you died, you were both in Phoenix, Arizona shopping at the same grocery store. [blows raspberry]
Michael: The "real Eleanor" was attending a conference on the death penalty, and you stopped by to pick up food for a local homeless shelter. And "fake Eleanor" was there buying margarita mix and a magazine called "Celebrity Baby Plastic Surgery Disasters." Incredibly, you both died in the same 10,000th of a second in the same traffic accident because Real Eleanor was trying to save Fake Eleanor's life by pushing you out of the way of the truck.
Eleanor: I guess you really botched that one, eh?
Real Eleanor: I did, and I am so, so sorry.
Eleanor: It's all good.