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Originally Posted by AlwaysFolding
****, I wish someone would lay me out
I have a friend, he could hook you up.
We were talking the other day. He's 5th generation of his family biz. He doesn't want any of his kids to follow him, and he currently doesn't have a successor. He reckons he'll sell to a larger company. They call it funerary and memorial services now. I asked if they did mummification. He got kind of pissed. Fme. The Egyptians were the kings of "funerary and memorial". Fhim. He says it's disrespectful to call him a mortician or an undertaker, makes him sound like some antisocial ghoul. Or a pro wrestler. He's a funeral director. What, like Joss Wheddon or Steven Spielberg? Maybe Quentin Tarantino, I followed. Your like Mr. Wolf, in Pulp Fiction. He groans, starts to cuss me, then fing giggles. He tells me a a woman who "came to him" in similar condition to Marvin (after Jules accidentally removed the airtight seal on Marvin's punkin). "Suicide, she was". He starts down the path, detailing the outcomes of a distraught woman with a .380. Whoa! You fing giggled. That's exactly what a ghoul would do! He suddenly remembered he had a pizza in the oven. Is that a euphemism? After he hung up, I remember what an antisocial dude he was in junior high and high school. He called to catch up. I think he was checking on my health and family status (I have prepaid a package for my "funerary and memorial services", and those of my spouse, "if I have one". Fing antisocial beast.
Nevermind, AF. You don't need his undertaking ass to lay you out. Hire an Egyptian, get the deluxe marker, iykwim.