A bit of very morbid humor

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We 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.

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