"We're here." He glanced at his wife, Alice. "Invited for dinner so soon after your sister's husband just up and died. Strange." He belched. "Damn, soda I drank at that Amoco station is trying to come."
"Jack was a stupid old man. It was his time to go." She picked at her teeth with a fingernail. "I need a toothpick." Alice pressed the latch on the glove compartment. "Maybe something in there I can use."
The chamber door dropped exposing, a crucifix, holy water, and casket crank. "Get rid of this stuff. Gives me the creeps."
"I'm not getting rid of it... could come in handy. Never know when I'll need it." He laughed.
"Very funny," Alice smirked.
Her tongue, on a mission, dug around the edges of her teeth.
"Let me take a look." He reached for her mouth.
Alice slapped his hand, "Get away from me."
She lifted the clasp on her handbag, found a round wooden toothpick, and popped it between her teeth. "That feels better."
Alice drew down the visor, "Give me your hankie. I smeared my lipstick."
Leaning to one side, Herman reached into his back pocket. Gas bubbles searched for an exit and found one.
"That's disgusting! What a stench." She rolled down the window.
The front door of the house swung open. Margaret, Alice's sister, shouted, "Don't sit there all day."
Margaret had set a mahogany table with china, sterling silver, cut glass, and white linen napkins in the dining room. The smell of roast beef in the oven filled the air.
"I'm starving. Where do I sit?" Herman scratched the stubble on his chin.
"At the head of the table." Margaret pulled out a chair.
Herman plopped, grabbed a fork, and bellowed, "Bring on the food!"
"First, let's make a toast. I've got some raspberry brandy." Margaret smiled. "Excuse me. I'll go and get it."
Alice sat in a chair at the edge of the table next to Herman.
Margaret carrying a tray with the brandy, strolled back into the room,
"Herman, yours is a double shot." She handed him the snifter.
"Alice, this is yours. Shall we make a toast," She raised her glass. "To a long life."
After scarfing his food, Herman picked up a linen napkin. He wiped his mouth and then blew his nose into the cloth.
Margaret looked at Alice. Alice looked at Margaret.
Herman groaned and pushed away from the table. He wrapped his arms around his stomach, gargled, and rolled out of his seat. He thudded onto the floor.
"Alice, pull the limo into the driveway while I grab a blanket," Margaret said. "Don't hang about. The deed is done. My friend Max, the mortician, will be waiting."