. . . ansince you brought mortality up

                                           Didn’t, you did. You said while you waited in the reception anarenever without a book pen or paper, you wrote a letter to your girlfriend and wrote about your mortality, recalled, the immortality of your youth.

Yamust have said something tha piqued me to tell you about the letter

    I did mention cremation.

There

        Whas your route

My route?

You die  Your bodys cremated

Yes.

     As you.

Yah

    Idea  Lets cut a deal

A deal.

Hear me out

               One of us is going to precede the other

Surely. Barring an unforeseen event that would remove uskill us at the same time.

Barring tha yah

                              The deal

The deal.

Whoever dies first the other buries him

For what purpose?

To fuck with the bereaved

To fuc . . . you listen to yourself?

Hear me out hear me out

    Awright awright.    Listening.

A wakewakes before the funeral an interment

                                                     Where?

A nice spot  Shade tree nearby   Birds

    I’m listening.

The wakewakes you or I hire some knockout chicks twothree  four believable    four woud be believable for me knockout chicks to mourn us weep  their tears wet our face they embrace us kiss us buhbye

                                                                                                          Yadig

Knockout professional mourners

Imagine the expressions in the room

They had no ideadidnt know tha we were seein these women

Voluptuous. Professional. Mourners.

    Wha can I say

                            Im the idea guy

 

Itd be a hoot   

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