By McKenzie, Kenneth; Harra, Todd
From rookie error and runaway corpses to screaming lifeless males and weird requests, a suite of reports through funeral directors.
summary: From rookie error and runaway corpses to screaming useless males and strange requests, a suite of reports by means of funeral administrators
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We had had at least a twenty-minute conversation the last time I had been to Turnbull. Obviously, I hadn’t plied my charms as well as I thought. “Oh right,” he said. ” I didn’t want to talk about that. I wanted to talk about giving him my phone number. But instead, the only thing that came out was, “Mrs. ” He made a face. “Oh,” he muttered, “I got her last night. ” I changed the subject to something flirtier as I unloaded the cot from the van and followed him down the ramp. He didn’t take the conversational bait.
I stared at her, waiting for her to go on. She did. “We had the cars. The money. The clothes. But that’s about it. We didn’t realize it at the time—you know—what we were missing. When we moved to Oregon we found that the void was our relationship. Out here we discovered the simple joys of just living an unhurried life, together. ” Taking another drink of iced tea, I realized she was right about what really matters. After that, whenever Howdy Doody tormented us with his boring rants, I pictured myself on Mrs.
So I found a chair the employees use during their smoke breaks and was just waiting. ” I showed her the fly swatter, its yellow plastic mesh surface speckled with the mangled pieces of its victims. Sammy grimaced. “Sorry, it’s all the lady at the front desk could find. ” I bent the white wire handle into a hook and jammed it between the glass and gasket of the window and made a motion like I was churning butter. Nothing happened. I twisted the wire. It got stuck. Sweat rolled off my face, as I gave it more elbow grease.