Monday, September 30, 2013

Directing the Dead

I choose to refer to Ray Crawford as an undertaker; it has to it, a certain je ne sais quoi that can only be matched by the personality of the individual that chooses it as a profession.   
  He calls himself a funeral director, which I find a tad overzealous seeing as though his clients aren’t particularly ‘directable’; nor are they notably opposed to his choreography for their big debut in that pine-box of a stage. However, it appeases my mind to imagine him down there in his workshop, stringing up the dead like marionettes and skillfully painting their faces with a squirrel-haired Bob Ross brush...all the while spouting off good-humored and unreciprocated Bob Ross banter. 

You make sure you bury the next one deep Ray, but not so deep that the Lord can’t find him.

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