So the psychic is sifting through the photos that I've handed him. He stops suddenly as he comes upon a photo of Jason and I, distress spreading rapidly across his face.

Me: Ummm, I should probably mention that that is a photo of someone who is no longer, ummm, alive.
Psychic (nodding): He died very suddenly.
Me: Yes, he was murdered.
Psychic: He knew the man who killed him.
Me: Yes, he did.
Psychic: So, what's your question?
Me: Well, I just kind of wanted to know if, uhhhh, in his very last moment before he, ya know...expired...if he...ummmm...found peace, or whatever.

There was an excruciatingly long pause.

Psychic (slowly and deliberately): He died very suddenly.


OUCH.

Well, at least he didn't lie about it.