The annoying… sliding in and out of the cold steel refrigerated box… my temporary home.. I can’t get any rest… I’d have never thought you’d want to be comfortable.. being dead… the bothering should be over… how many times do I have to hear…”yeh’… that’s him”… I raised my head and said…” why do you put the tag on the big toe… shouldn’t it be placed just so in the forehead?”… Don’t you know that the first place family and friends… and all beholders… check… is the head?… that is if you have one… all in a dead man’s dream…
