It’s covered by the ADA. You can’t discriminate against the discarnate.
LISTER: Oh, come on, Rimmer, don't give me this.
RIMMER: Don't give you what? I'm dead, Lister, or hadn't you noticed?
LISTER: I know you're dead, Rimmer. Don't whinge on about it!
RIMMER: Sorry to be a bore.
LISTER: I mean, you're everything you were when you were alive. Same personality. Same everything.
RIMMER: Apart from the minuscule detail that I'm a stiffie.
LISTER: Look, Rimmer, death isn't the handicap it used to be in the olden days. It doesn't screw your career up like it used to.
RIMMER: That's what they say, Lister. But if you had two people coming for a job, and one of them was dead, which one would you pick?
LISTER: It depends which is better qualified.
RIMMER: Bull pats! When was the last time you saw a dead newsreader?
LISTER: Channel 27 have a hologram reading the news.
RIMMER: Oh, groovy, funky Channel 27. Big smegging deal. You livvies hate us deadies.