These are my children, Jason.Go back where you belong." He plunged the syringes into Jason""s neck, and injected him, as Jason swung his machete and cleaved Freeburg in half at the waist(# 17 death, by Jason)- the two halves of his body struck he floor." A second spry, veiled little Old Lady (85-year-old Estelle Winwood) had just ascended he stairs and given his door two double-knocks.Sternwood: I used to like mine with champagne.Champagne cold as Valley Forge and with about three ponies of brandy under it...I like o see people drink...You may take off your coat, sir...Too hot in here for any man who has any blood in his veins.You may smoke, too.I can still enjoy the smell of it.Nice state of affairs when a man has to indulge his vices by proxy.The emaciated Sternwood describes the dreariness of his existence.The humid hothouse is necessary for his survival and he is waiting for death - the "big sleep" of the title - in the temperature-controlled greenhouse:Sternwood: You are looking, sir, at a very dull survival of a very gaudy life - crippled, paralyzed in both legs, very little I can eat, and my sleep is so near waking that it""s hardly worth he name.Nearby were three more lords covered with overgrowth: Lord Revilian, Lord Mavramorn, and Lord Argoz, each with another sword.