The dead are the dead. They come from all walks and paths of life.

[ The Conductor leans forward, that ever present grin fixed on their face. ] Surely you know their business is their own, unless you're the one to take their soul yourself. At least, in my line of work, it is!

[ They shake their head vigorously with a little laugh. ]

I'm not one of your kindred. Though perhaps I might have been, once! Who knows.