A Little Trip to Heaven Page #6

I'm just killing some weeds.

I wait for the moment To call

Or will I hesitate

I'm trying to get something

to grow around here.

I guess it's a waste of time.

Daniel McBride.

Sometimes, it's just time

to pick up and move.

Jesus.

Frederick McBride.

All right, all right.

You poison my food?

With what?

Methane gas?

Goddamn it, Kelvin!

Why don't you just light him up a doobie?

It's Fred.

My name is Fred.

Hello?

Frank, I got a favor I need from you.

I need you to look into something for me.

Okay.

I want you to find out

if Kelvin had any kids.

What for? I told you Isold is the

only name on the claim form.

Just do it, I need this.

Okay, I'll stop by the records.

Frank...

Find out who the mother is.

The mother?

I need to know.

Isold!

You done?

Sorry.

We did it!

High five.

Hang on here.

And how is Frederick McBride today?

Surviving.

Is Isold home?

Yeah, she's inside.

I need to talk to her.

Back again.

Yeah.

I'm afraid I need you

to identify Kelvin's body.

I was... just...

fixing Thor a snack.

Come on in.

Is this you and Kelvin?

That's us.

He took real good care of me.

Come on, buddy, get inside.

You hungry?

Let's get you a sandwich.

Let's sit down.

Everyone else said he was crazy.

He got into fights all the time.

One day he tied a firecracker

to the back of a cat

and set it loose in our classroom.

The teacher sent him home.

Said he was sick in the head.

When did you see him last?

Yeah, when was that?

William and Russle...

they're meeting us at the morgue.

We better get going if we

want to beat the storm.

Sure, just let me get Thor.

It's not a good idea

to take the boy on the road

in this kind of weather.

What do you say, little man?

You wanna stay here with me and

finish building the snowman?

Yeah, Daddy.

No, no, he'll be fine.

I'll put him to bed with a good story.

I'm gonna wait outside.

That's a nice one.

Yeah.

What the hell am I supposed to do now?

Just identify the body,

and Kelvin's history.

Don't bring Thor into this mess.

Sweet-talk him,

would you?

Do what you do best.

You still know how to...

Flirt with a man, don't you?

What are you now?

My f***ing pimp?

Hey, Thor!

Swim like a fish!

Where's William and Russle?

They'll be along.

It's here.

That could be anybody.

It could... couldn't it?

He didn't die on impact.

Do you know what it's like to burn to death?

First the fat oozes out of you.

It starts poppin' and bubblin'

like a hot dog on a barbecue.

Then your eyes...

They crack... like glass.

Your skin burns off layer by layer until...

the fire hits bone.

And that's not the worst of it.

It's the smell.

Your hair singes...

but you can't reach for your head

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