May 28, 2005
Tomorrow was going to be a busy day for Honaker Funeral Home. The mortician was going to be embalming, draining, and measuring corpses. Sewing severed parts back on, stuffing organs in cavities, not giving any acknowledgement to the previous anatomical functions. Just get all the pieces held in with canvas stitches. He wasn't in the posse hunting Bernie Sheffield and nobody asked him to join. Jules Honaker had been in the business for forty years; it was the unwritten rule that someone had to be left to bury the dead. He hoped the Sheriff wanted a casket instead of cremation.