You don't? Bummer. Neither do I. Not on principle or anything, just haven't had to.

[Foreboding... Henry brings the drink up to his own lips.]

Guess today's my lucky day, since you won't give it a go. If I croak, make sure it's quick and painless; that's all I could ask for. Oh! And if you could make it bloody somehow, that would be amazing! I'd give you my spooky ghost gratitude.