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Steve walked nonchalantly into the rooained respect for the dork The roo roo atop a table, their lids closed An eurney rested next to another set of double doors on the far side of the roo out the tags identifying each casket's contents "Would you prefer old Mrs Johnson or would you like a younger ins, taken so suddenly fro his role as a macabre emcee, approached Shannie "I don't think you would like dealing with Mr Higgins, fate handed the poor chap his head; If I'd pop the lid, you would see hi it in his hands"

"Have respect for the dead," Count snapped

"Ha," Steve replied

Shannie cut Steve Lucas with a vicious stare I sniggered "Count," Shannie said "Bring the truck up to the back door"

"That's not a good idea," Steve Lucas protested, his voice suddenly serious "What if the olda coffin on your truck?"

"What if he sees us carrying it down the alleyway?" Shannie fired back "It doesn't ht

"Respect for the dead?" Steve Lucas said after Count went for the pickup truck "He sure doesn't have a proble my sister next to the dead"

"I think Mrs Johnson will do I can't deal with a corpse younger than me," Shannie said

"Mrs Johnson you want, Mrs Johnson you get," Steve Lucas said as he wheeled the gurney next to Mrs Johnson's casket "Excellent choice, a small frail old woed to slide Mrs Johnson's coffin onto the gurney "Don't worry Luv," Steve Lucas spoke to the coffin in an absurd English accent "You're going to have the ride of your afterlife"

"That boy needs help," Shannie toldMrs Johnson into the back of pickup truck "Don't you think we oughta secure it?" Shannie asked, standing to the side of the truck, eyeing the casket

"We don't have tiet in the truck," Steve Lucas cried - he was already inside

"It should be okay," Count said

"Hurry up," Steve Lucas whined "I kno long it takes the oldlate He'll be here any minute "The four of us piled in the small cab, Steve Lucas sat between Count and me Shannie sat on my lap