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Ask him for tea.
Recovering in an oddly quick manner, the guard cocks his head to his left."Some tea? I'm in a celebrity prison and even after death these freaks think the world is owed to them."
He is way too okay with you being a walking, talking corpse.
Handing you some forms from his back pocket, he explains that you need to head down the hall and make a left. The third door on the right is for post-mortal pre-cell block transfer processing. There's a separate ward for celebrities like you.
Follow his instructions and get those forms processed.
"wait a second... Elvis? Tupac? Biggy?"