"This is Wick. Yes, John Wick, that's right. I would like to make a dinner reservation for twelve."
One night, you got a panicked call from Frankie Angelou, who had a stiff on his hands and the heat on his tail. You did some fast planning and gave Frankie a roundabout route to your place. While he was on the road, you were stealing the ten-point buck that your neighbor had dressed out and hung from the tree in his back yard. You swapped the deer for the corpse and sent Frankie home with eighty pounds of venison and your granddad's hunting rifle in his car: that explained all the blood soaked into the car. Then you made a quick run by a chemical plant in your old neighborhood and found a half-full waste drum to ditch the dead dude in.
After that, you were in business. People came to you when they had shit to hide: bodies, guns, cars, drugs, money, girls... once, you made an 88-foot yacht vanish, and you're never telling how you pulled that one off.
—Cleaner, Vampire: The Masquerade - Clanbook: Assamite (Revised)
Krieger: I need access to a two-inch drain, hot water, three GFCI outlets - this bathroom should do nicely - and a pot of coffee, just like I like my women: black, bitter, preferably fair trade. [sniffs the air] Oh, and your sauce needs less salt.
Archer: How can you-
Krieger: Put two halves of a potato in with the sauce; it'll absorb the salt. Oh, and I assume that's our patient? [nods at Mascalzone's corpse]
Archer: Not ours, Krieger, yours.
[A Beat, as Krieger dons a gas mask]
Krieger: Thank you...
—Archer, "Lo Scandolo"
The Stewmaker is a true blacklister: the only fellow to engage when one has a particular sort of disposal problem. He's a chemical expert who turns his victims into chemical stew, thus the nom de guerre. No DNA, no nothing. He makes corporeal problems literally disappear. But it's much more than the proficiency of his tradecraft that gets him on the list: he's a... trophy collector; remembrances of his victims; memori morti. Now, you've lost your witness and with him your case, but the Stewmaker is the key to so much more. He's served the needs of international syndicates, repressive regimes - anyone with a need and the means to pay. The Stewmaker knows where all the bodies are buried. He's got the answers to hundreds of unsolved murders.
—Reddington, The Blacklist, "The Stewmaker"
Miss Pauling: Funny you should mention that. Um, looks like I will be... [draws an axe] burying bodies all weekend.... so that you don't go to jail.
—Team Fortress 2: Expiration Date
Hendricks and the cleaners on my staff would handle the matter from here. I passed him the gun and the gloves on my hands. Both would see the bottom of Lake Michigan before I was halfway home, along with the two slugs the cleaners would remove from the site. When they were done, there would be nothing left of the two dead men but a slight variation on the outline of the stain in the old warehouse floor, where no one would look twice in any case.
In many ways, this coven has the dirtiest job in all of Mexico City: these Cainites must clean up after all the others. When crazed Sabbat rip out throats on the Paseo de la Reforma, when a fleshcrafted horror terrorizes a shopping mall, when a millionaire's son becomes the guest of honor at a Blood Feast, someone has to hide the indiscretion lest the kine discover the Sabbat.
—Las Emblemas, Vampire: The Masquerade - Mexico City By Night
"Look, lady, I'm a cleaner. I don't feel anything when I see a dead body. To me, it's just cold, rotting flesh."
—Garcian Smith, Killer7
"Who else cleans up the dead like they never died?"
Saul: What're you doing?
Mike: You're getting a new refrigerator. I'm assuming stainless will do.
