Oh, it wasn't a big deal. Obviously I didn't really die, it was just my genetic replica assassination decoy that got shot. But I needed to pretend I was dead or else the person who shot my assassination decoy might try to kill the real me. But I still had to go to work, and that was tricky, because I was dead and all. Then my ex-wife showed up.

[ A pause. ]

Maybe I started that story wrong.