Bob adorned a pink top from Hospice Angels. He threw another to Jeff.
“The secret is to look solemn and keep your eyes averted at all times. NO EYE CONTACT.”
“It’s an easy fifty. Pronounce him dead, call the mortuary.”
Shortly, they were ushered into a living room with a hospital bed and equipment softly hissing around a shrunken old man. Thirty anxious people milled about.
“The eyes…no contact” Bob reminded the neophyte.
Jeff was so self-conscious he ended up rolling his eyes in circles.
“I’m not dead yet, Groucho,” hissed the wasted man.“There goes your fifty bucks.”
“The secret is to look solemn and keep your eyes averted at all times. NO EYE CONTACT.”
“It’s an easy fifty. Pronounce him dead, call the mortuary.”
Shortly, they were ushered into a living room with a hospital bed and equipment softly hissing around a shrunken old man. Thirty anxious people milled about.
“The eyes…no contact” Bob reminded the neophyte.
Jeff was so self-conscious he ended up rolling his eyes in circles.
“I’m not dead yet, Groucho,” hissed the wasted man.“There goes your fifty bucks.”
