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You want to get

something to eat?

You guys stay any longer

I'll be bringing you

breakfast menus next.

I'll have another

gin and tonic

and a piece of

that Turtle pie.

And he'll have

another beer.

Why a mortician?

I like it.

No, I could never do it.

Why?

I'm scared to death of death.

I think people who

are afraid of death

are more afraid of life.

How do you do it?

You wash the body with a

germicide-insecticide-olfactant

and swab the insides

of the nose and mouth.

Then you set the facial features

by putting cotton in the nose,

eye-caps below the eyelids,

and the mouth-former

in the mouth.

Then you tie the mouth shut

with wire or sutures.

Then you drain out all the blood

out by puncturing

a major artery or the heart

and inject in embalming fluid.

Then you take this long,

pointed, metal tube

that's attached

to a suction hose

and you puncture

the stomach, bladder,

large intestines and the lungs

and suck out all

the fluids and the gas.

And then you inject cavity fluid

into the torso.

You usually have to pack

the anus and vagina

with cotton or gauze...

to prevent seepage.

And then you close up

all the holes

and you re-wash the body.

Would you like a bite?

No, thank you.

Uh, I'm allergic to peanuts.

Uh, actually,

I meant, how do you do it?

Like, you don't find it gross?

Because I'm a girl?

No, because it's gross.

Death doesn't bother me.

How close are you?

We're leaving now.

OK. Sure thing. Bye.

Sorry about that.

Just a friend of mine having

problems with her boyfriend.

You know, I'm probably

shouldn't be driving right now.

Don't worry about it.

Everybody does it here.

We'll take the back road

into town.

Please, one second.

Oh, you're so sweet.

Please, after you.

Thank you, sir.

Sure.

So, what are you gonna do?

Shut the home down.

What?

Well... you can't do that!

Well, why not?

Oh, shoot!

Did it soak through?

Oh God! Aw!

Aw!

It's Armin Imholz.

God!

Oh my god! He's dead.

We ca- We can't-

I mean- I- It was an accident!

You've been drinking.

It's vehicular manslaughter!

Vehicular manslaughter?

Jeez!

God! Oh god!

This is gonna be OK, Ollie.

It's gonna be OK.

How is this

gonna be OK?

Let's get away

from these tire tracks.

Come on! Get in

the truck! Let's go!

What are we

doing here, Roberta?

Uh, but we should

cover him up!

Get down!

Get down now!

Can you give me

a hand here?

Oh god. Aw!

That's good.

OK, OK. Now what?

What are you planning on

doing with the truck?

I haven't really

thought that far ahead.

Clean off the blood and take

it to Travelon Auto Salvage

in Newman's Cross

tomorrow night.

Leave it at the back

and make sure you take

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