Guess the Corpse

I'm lying on the bed on my back. My legs are spread, slightly bent. My torso is slightly twisted, my arms up, spread and bent up at the elbows. I feel like Elizabeth Short circa January 1947. Saint Jerome walks through the bedroom, pauses and says, "That's quite a pose." I reply, "I feel like —" Saint Jerome interrupts "Wait! Don't tell me! Let me guess! You're in your Black Dahlia mode."

 "How did you guess?!" He smiles. "I know how your brain works." I laugh so hard, my neighbors could probably hear me through the walls.