Jess is right. While we were working Guest Control one night during a parade, we saw a man drop dead from a heart attack on Main Street, in front of the Emporium. With his frantic relatives crowding around, a supervisor ordered us all to pretend that he was still alive; she even pretended he was speaking to her, even after the paramedics got there (I thought she was going to hit one of them for shaking his head when he was asked if the man was alive). The poor man had probably died instantly, but we still had to pretend, for fear of our jobs--I heard from a friend in Custodial that they carried on the charade until the entire family had been ushered out of the park and tidied off to the hospital. THAT'S why no one ever dies in Disneyland...

For the love of God, get the pixie dust out of your eyes, people--Disney is nothing more than a BUSINESS.