When she died, she was running.  Kept right on running, actually.

People would wonder how she could still be running (being dead and all) but instead of asking that, they would ask,

“Why won’t you stop running?”

“Because I can’t.”

“Why?”

“I’m running late.”

“Again.”

“John told me he was close to getting fired.”

“Isn’t it a bit of an overreaction?”

“Not for a job with these responsibilities!”

“But he just does nothing, all day.”

“He holds down the button that lets the Internet go.”

“I guess you’re right.”