Normally he's all about silence whether regardless of what he's doing and especially when he's doing something important... But he wouldn't deny that the constant stream of words coming out of America's mouth are helping. Scrubbing this up isn't exactly the best thing to take his mind off of what'd gone on in here, and even though the subject is just as dark as anything he could be thinking about... He responds well to frankness, as usual.

Distance is a good thing.

"Right. Thinkin' this is the first time she's-- Ain't gonna be long." He raises a brow. "Embalmin'... Didn't even think of that. Ain't somethin' we do back in Georgia..." He trails off there, dunking his sponge into the bucket before bringing it back up and giving it a squeeze.

"No such thing as a bad way of lookin' at it. Don't change nothin' anyway--" And then he frowns. "You got ghosts back home?"

Ghosts aren't something he gives much thought to... Ever. Not even here, not even with the specters that'd been everywhere during Christmas. Casper, you aren't even a blip on Daryl's radar.