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