The Tall Undertaker

Bernie was out with a client, a no-no in his line of work. He tried to keep his head low as he sipped his soup, but between his size and the stove-pipe hat he wore to cover his bald spot, he really stuck out. “I’m sorry about your mother,” he said, imagining the person she had been, not the corpse he was working on.

“Don’t be,” Sarah said, “She was a tart!”

Bernie choked on a noodle.

At the mortuary, Bernie noticed that his crotch was just slightly higher than the table on which Sarah’s mother lay.

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Title by: The Short Undertaker
Story by: Nick

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