A bit of very morbid humor
Sep. 14th, 2015 01:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdWe were trying to sort out our plans around Darren's funeral arrangements. Mudd texted me one date and time. A few minutes later he texted me to say there were glitches and the funeral was off until further notice.
I called him.
"The funeral's off? What? He got better?!"
Mudd: "No, there is no getting better. Not now."
Me: "Of course not, Autopsy and all."
Mudd: Worse
Me: What? They've got him in canopic jars and are prepping the chrysanthemums and spices?
Mudd: Worse
Me: Oh, already cremated. You know, I bet we could spread it in a crypt, hang a villager up by his heels and cut his throat over it and have a 50-50 chance of reviving him.
That was one of those that Darren would have laughed himself silly over. But in this case it just came out morbid and creepifying.
I called him.
"The funeral's off? What? He got better?!"
Mudd: "No, there is no getting better. Not now."
Me: "Of course not, Autopsy and all."
Mudd: Worse
Me: What? They've got him in canopic jars and are prepping the chrysanthemums and spices?
Mudd: Worse
Me: Oh, already cremated. You know, I bet we could spread it in a crypt, hang a villager up by his heels and cut his throat over it and have a 50-50 chance of reviving him.
That was one of those that Darren would have laughed himself silly over. But in this case it just came out morbid and creepifying.
