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9 EXT. STREET - AFTERNOON, CONTINUOUS (DAY ONE) 9

The BUS SLAMS into the driver's side of the hearse. TIRES

SQUEAL, GLASS SHATTERS, there's a sickening CRUNCH of METAL

BENDING, and then...

Nothing but Bing Crosby SINGING.

BING CROSBY:

(on radio)

...I'LL BE HOME FOR CHRIST-MAS... IF

ONLY IN MY DREAMS.

10 INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS 10

Ruth, still chopping food, nicks her finger. She examines

the cut, frowning. David suddenly throws down his magazine.

DAVID:

That new hearse was a total waste of

money. There was nothing wrong with the

old one.

RUTH:

I think your father's having some sort

of mid-life crisis.

DAVID:

DAVID (CONT'D)

It would've made so much more sense to

invest in re-paneling the chapel, or

adding coffee bars to the slumber rooms--

RUTH:

Well, I'd much rather he buy himself a

fancy new hearse than leave me for a

younger woman. Or a woman my age, for

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5.

RUTH (CONT'D)

that matter. Or, heaven forbid, a man,

like my cousin Hannah's husband did.

(shakes her head)

God sure has dealt that poor woman some

blows in this life.

David smiles faintly, gets up and crosses to her.

DAVID:

Mom, can I do anything to help?

RUTH:

No, no, honey, I'm fine. Besides, don't

you have a viewing tonight? You should

probably be getting ready.

DAVID:

Right.

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