The Game: Grim Fandango (1998)

What's on the menu: Morbid beat poetry. The Blue Casket is where Olivia drops such sweet rhymes as: "With bony hands I hold my partner / On soulless feet we cross the floor / The music stops as if to answer / an empty knocking at the door / It seems his skin was sweet as mango / when last I held him to my breast / But now we dance this grim fandango / and will for years before we rest."

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