Send Me No Flowers Page #5

I'm sure you will. Just wish|I could be around to hear it.

Maybe I can knock out|a rough draft before you go.

You know something, Arnold?|Judy will never make alone.

Look at it this way, George:

Judy's young, she's attractive,|she'll probably get married again.

I'm sorry,

I shouldn't say a thing like that,|with you not gone yet.

It's alright, Arnold.

Of course it's a possibility.|Judy might get married again.

Suppose she married the wrong man,|like poor Janet Hart. Remember her?

Who? - Janet and Bill Hart.|Don't you remember? - No.

After Bill died Janet needed somebody|to lean on, so she took the first guy.

One week after the funeral|she ran off with a bongo player.

A bongo player?|- Yeah.

Took her for every cent.|- Is that going to happen to Judy?

Who knows? She could turn to the first|man that comes along. - Holy cow!

Arnold? There's no question:

Judy should marry again, but to|the right man. I've got to find him.

Another husband? Who, George?

I don't know. I'll find somebody.

I'm a married man, George.

Not you. Woods must be|full of eligible bachelors.

Did it come yet, baby?|- What, mio amore?

The 50 thou,|the old boy's life insurance.

Is that enough, Vito?|- For now.

If we need more we can sell the joint.

Mr. Kimball is here, Mr. Atkins.

You phoned us about|the purchase of a final resting place.

Sit down, won't you?|- Thank you.

This has been a busy morning.|Did you see the Archers? - Who?

The Archers on Meadow Rd.|Do you know them? - I don't think so.

They're a family of 8. They|were all in. Wonderful to see them.

You don't get|those big families anymore.

I can understand your point of view.|- Do you know Green Hills? - Pardon?

Do you have anyone residing with us?|- Not as yet.

You saw our advertising campaign.|- No, I must have missed it.

I think I have a copy somewhere.|Oh, there it is.

There she be.

Sure hits you in the eye, doesn't it?

Yes, it sure does.|- We suggest

the entire family all go out|and select the final resting place.

The kids love it. They have a ball!|- I'll bet they do.

If you'll notice, all monuments|in Green Hills are the same height,

4 feet. As you see, it gives|a wonderful impression of uniformity.

A sort of Levittown of the hereafter.

I like that.

"The Levittown of..." - Mr. Atkins,|could we get down to business?

Yes Siree-Bob.|As soon as I find the old order pad.

Here we are!

Now, how many in your family,|Mr. Kimball?

Just my wife and myself.

Oh, well. That's alright.

Chance of any little additions, maybe?

Well, there might be|another man along later.

I beg your pardon.

Mr. Atkins, let me ask you a question.

Assuming the husband goes first,|and then later on the wife remarries.

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