The cadaver dog nosed my crotch and whined in confusion again.
"I don't mean to insult you, sir," whispered his handler. "But, could you be...?" He looked around, a blush crawling up his neck to his ears. "Impotent? Sick? Maybe cancer? We specifically trained the dog to identify dead people."
Next one in the Waylon series. Laughs, action and social commentary. Just go buy it already.