It was a hand-me-down business, to be honest, but pet cemetery to people cemetery seemed like an executive decision.
Roy was an executive, so he made the decision.
Of course his father would be turning in his grave, pardon the pun.
People, though, people were Roy’s specialty, so he thought it wise to move the business in that direction.
Roy always said, you meet the craziest kids in this business – I don’t think he realized how fitting that was, him talking to me and all.
That wouldn’t be your problem, though, would it? I suppose not.
Nah, I'm kidding. *licks*By now, I suppose, you’d realized I was dead.
Nice job, as is. ^^
Roy was an executive, so he made the decision.
Roy always said you meet the craziest kids in this business
Roy owned the only drive-thru funeral business in Maine. It was a hand-me-down business, to be honest, but pet-cemetery-to-people-cemetery seemed like an executive decision. Roy was an executive, so he made the decision.
It makes me laugh. ^_^I suppose I ought to explain, but if I explain you might just stop reading. I do hate it when people stop reading, just because I’m not quite the narrator they’d prefer I’d be. That wouldn’t be your problem, though, would it? I suppose not.
It wasn’t long ago, at all, when he found me. Or I found him – such events are always slightly confused. I’d say it was a chance meeting, except my parents always were a little frugal, so our meeting was more a consequence of my parent’s ability to find the cheapness in every event. As such, it’s no surprise that
when they had to organize a funeral, it was Roy’s one-of-a-kind drive-thru funeral house that they stopped at.
He wore a red suit that smelt like dish detergent…
My parents balked, in their shiny black shoes and threaded cardigans, but bullied their way on.
He cut them off with a wave of his hand – singed slightly, though I’d not yet realized why –
and she said I can has cheezbeurger and the lord spwokeths on to thee that one can has unt cheezburgerz and none morez. and low were the sheeps of the land and he saw that it was grood. Halaluagha
Of course his father would be turning in his grave.
He cut them off with a wave of his hand – singed slightly,
But when he looked up he saw my eyes open and blinking at him [comma here] and he dropped my open wallet
I do hate it when people stop reading, just because I’m not quite the narrator they’d prefer I’d be.
Singed Fingers and [s]Dissapointments[/s] Disappointments.
It was a hand-me-down business, to be honest, but pet-cemetery-to-people-cemetery seemed like an executive decision.
He was never one for people, [semi or dash instead] just a man who believed in animals.
Which was nice but lacked the spark the business needed for success, Roy said.
Roy always said, [s]you[/s] You meet the craziest kids in this business – I don’t think he realized how fitting that was, him talking to me and all.
I suppose I ought to explain, but if I explain, you might just stop reading. I do hate it when people stop reading, [dash instead or nothing at all] just because I’m not quite the narrator they’d prefer I’d be.
That wouldn’t be your problem, though, would it?
[New paragraph?]
I suppose not.
Roy was a bit disappointed with me too, you see, when we first met.
It wasn’t long ago, [no comma] at all, [no comma] when he found me.
I’d say it was a chance meeting, except my parents always were a little frugal, so our meeting was more a consequence of my [s]parent’s[/s] parents' [s]ability[/s] abilities to find the cheapness in every event.
As such, it’s no surprise that [close indentation? xD] when they had to organize a funeral, it was Roy’s one-of-a-kind drive-thru funeral house that they stopped at.
Roy was bright and happy, [dash instead?] not quite the Somber Sally I’d expected, you know. [question mark instead]
He wore a red suit that smelt like dish detergent, and his hair was slicked back in a long ponytail.
My mother had only just begun, but stopped, hesitating when she noticed his hand was out, asking to see the cash.
He cut them off with a wave of his hand – singed slightly, though I’d not yet realized why – and just led them, his men with the bag following, into a back room.
He talked the whole while, [period instead]
Hey mate, what have you got yourself into? Been mucking about in cars with girls then, hey?
His laugh was solid, [dash instead] not crumbling at the edges but sliding out, waiting to be taken and heard.
The room didn’t echo, but he had pauses between words, [no comma] as if he were waiting for me to comment.
It was real nice of him, [no comma] to wait for my reply.
Gotta get you dressed up smart, in the end, [period or semi instead] can’t have you going in all… elemental, [dash instead] haha! [dash insetad] [s]Now[/s] now, can we?
I thought about it, but every time I started to think, he’d interrupt; [colon instead?] [close indentation?] Don’t worry, kid, I’ll have you all nice and worked out.
He was a real nice bloke, you know, wanted me to have a good funeral, [semi or period instead] not many folk would even consider that.
Don’t get me wrong, [dash or period or semi instead] I love them and their oddity, but they were why I was here, wrapped in thin plastic bags and no shoes on my feet.
I’ll have to take a look at you soon, [period or semi instead] don’t worry.
I was being carried in, [no comma] when I woke up.
I didn’t really want to scare anyone, [no comma] or bother them… so I just kept quiet and waited. Like now.
I didn’t want to surprise him, and I didn’t move, [no comma] so as not to disturb him.
But when he looked up, he saw my eyes open and [s]blinking[/s] blink at him, and he dropped my open wallet.
I ignored him, or looked away in embarrassment, and stared at my driver’s license, [period instead] it stared back, gloomy in the bright room.
I don’t blame him, [period instead] I’d be disappointed too.
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