“How many times have I told you-stay away from the corpses!” Mr. Pasternak stood behind Seth, his arms crossed over his chest.
Seth hadn’t heard his father enter the freezer. He was too busy zipping and unzipping body bags, looking for somebody whose nose was bigger than Morie Sorenson’s. He’d been looking for three years. He wished he would’ve taken a picture of Morie’s nose while he had had the chance. His memory of it was beginning to fade.
“But Dad, nobody cares.” Seth motioned to the rows of dead bodies on both sides of him. “Except maybe Mrs. Heffinger.” Seth smiled and patted her on the head. “She likes me.”
The freezer Mr. Pasternak and his son stood in belonged to the Pasternak Funeral Parlor. Its cold, gray walls were lined with three rows of shelves, four columns deep. When filled to capacity, it could hold twelve corpses on the left side, and twelve corpses on the right side. There was just enough room for medical personnel to carry in a stretcher and maneuver it into an empty shelf. Everyone, excluding the Pasternak family, entered the freezer in a plastic body bag.
Mr. Pasternak waved his son out of the way and looked at the body. "Yeah, well you'll like her too, once she's prepared. Now let me get to work, the oven's almost ready."
Everyone, excluding the Pasternak family, left the building in small steel containers with Hormel labels on the sides.
Opening: Chris Eldin.....Continuation: Anon.