There was a dead possum in the gutter.
The short walk from where the shuttle buses dropped us off and Sony's studio in Culver City was about three blocks, and halfway there I saw it. It was a possum. And I was pretty sure it was dead.
I could have poked it just to be sure, but the smell was a fairly definitive statement. This possum wasn't playing; it was dead.
My first reaction was to feel sorry for the poor critter. My second was to think that someone from Sony should have been more careful than to leave such a dangerous metaphor lying around on their big day.