Customer: It's not pining, it's passed on. This Iraqi is no more. It has ceased to be. It's expired and gone to meet its maker. This is a late Iraqi. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you hadn't pummeled it to the ground from 30,000ft, it would be pushing up the daisies. It's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-Iraqi.
Shopkeeper: Well, I'd better replace it then.
;-)