I expect they will anyway.

[And be deliberately unhelpful assholes about the whole thing... naming no names, of course.]

Maybe you should quit digging in the graveyard, then. [A sigh, which he doesn't even manage to sound as if he means.] Best way to find that out is to keep an eye on the corpse, sweetheart. Keep him in your basement - if after a couple days all that's happened is he's started to smell like Pepé Le Pew, you can probably give him a good Christian burial. And if he starts screaming about where he is and what's going on and why there's a gaping wound in his chest, chances are he's alive.

[Beat.]

Glad to have been of service. You can thank me once you've found your answer.