"chum! Chum Lee!" gurgled Chumlee excitedly, sipping ranch sauce from a 1930s era uranium glass tumbler with a twisty straw, while Rick fried him his dinner tendies in the back of the pawn shop after closing.
Corey had gone up on the roof to prance and sing amongst his favorite pigeons, as he is wont to do. With a deafening crack, he suddenly fell through the ceiling, his head and arms tightly wedged in the deep fryer full of hot discarded grease from behind Burger King. Chumlee could do nothing but screech and flail his arms about uselessly as Rick struggled to pull Corey out for over two minutes onto the slippery floor.
When he finally succeeded, Corey had been fried to a deep golden brown. Suddenly, his eyes both simultaneously exploded, spraying Rick with searing hot grease and virtuous humor.
Corey was pronounced dead at the scene. The world grieves.