Mickey Mantle jumped the line, got a new liver, but it didn’t do him much good.
He got sicker and sicker, and former teammates came to Dallas to wish him goodbye.
The orderlies moved his body to a gurney and rolled it into an elevator,
Down in the basement, they moved his body to a cabinet in the morgue.
It took a day for his final exam.
They carved him up, pulled out his organs to examine and weigh them, including the liver he’d received, and sewed them all back into him.
And off to the funeral home he went.