Huh?
The Oracle nods, frowning at Schmektor's question. "Well. Excuse me for a second, I'm going to sit down." He sits down. In parallel, still on TV, the camera pans out from Vrill and returns to a general survey of the garden scene. Dark Vrill himself sits down, not looking so well. He convulses a few times and collapses into the chair. Shaking a bit, he looks back at the camera, and the TV fries, leaving only the hiss of static and white noise.
"Sorry son, that girl was one of a kind. Miss Sarah. The moth girl. Death. Lady Zelba. Sort of. That's complicated. Anyway, looks like Mr. Vrill found a way to do her in. Sigh, dust to dust, death to death and all that, she was dead for a while before, now I guess she's dead again. It's going around. Just this time, less lights and flowers, more blood. The stuff that's on TV these days, dang."