Yes he is.
Did you know that if you kill a man in the dead of winter you can see steam rising out of him? The Indians though it was your soul escaping.
So Wayne, I hear you're putting on some kind of concert. That's good. People need to be entertained, they need the distraction. I wish to God that someone would be able to block out the voices in my head for five minutes, the voices that scream, over and over again: "Why do they come to me to die? Why do they come to me to die?"