Kristen looks to be no more than eighteen, and I
can see her eyes salivating with hunger at Troy’s long
dreadlocks,
sagging
pants and long
tee-shirt..
Combine that with his over top quality looks and
you have a formula no woman can say no to. I sign
Medical Examiner’s release forms for the remains
of Raymond C. Murdock. Troy grips the end of the gurney as he looks at the many
rolls and
columns of lockers. “Let’s go to locker seventeen,” replied Kristen.
Kristen leads us down a long white sterile hallway, and I notice a lot of activity a
little further down the hall. Police and Crime Scene Investigator’s crowd around like pigs
headed to the slaughter of a roped off area. Troy glances at me and mumbles under his
breath, “It’s time to go.”
I learned to stay calm a long time ago. And I communicated with a simple gesture of
my hand, “And we’ll
be on our way soon,” as we follow Kristen to locker seventeen.
Kristen opens the locker and quickly pulls out the drawer.
On the table, a body covered by a sheet. Kristen pulls away the sheet revealing none
of the external signs of an autopsy; such as stitches, lines and scars. Troy steps back from
the gurney as Brad grabs the body by one leg and arm and slides it onto his gurney and
covers it with a flesh sheet. I hand Kristen my sheet, “I need Dr. Hussein to sign my
release form before I can take the body.”
“Yes I will take your forms,” I handed the forms to Kristen as I rolled the gurney into
the hallway. Troy and I watch as Kristen walks in the
direction
of
the
police
activity.
Detective Virginia Breeze comes out wearing latex gloves, Troy recognizes her immediately,
“That’s the Detective from television.”
I watch Kristen as she stops at
the roped off area and
speaks to
Detective
Breeze.
Detective looks dead at me before she walks back into the room and Dr. Hussein walks
out. Dr. Hussein comes out into the hall and signs the forms Kristen is holding. He
looks in my direction
and
waves, and
I
wave
and
nod.
Kristen
walks
back
in
my
direction, and she escorts us onto the loading dock.
I leave Troy and Kristen with the body of Ray Murdock as Kristen opens the dock
bay door and I back the Hurst completely in. With the press of a button the rear door of
the Hurst opens and Troy slides the gurney on and I press another button and the gurney
locked into place and Troy closed the rear door of the Hurst.
I watch
from the side rearview mirror as
Kristen and Troy walk out together. Kristen hands Troy a slip of paper, and he shoves it into
his right pocket of his pants. Troy opens the car door and watches Kristen as she walks
into the building, and I assert, “Come boy. We’ve got to go!”
As the Hurst get onto the interstate 270 ramp, Troy turns on looks at the gurney. Troy
yelled, “Dad he’s sitting up!”
I respond in deep gruff voice, “Push him down.” And explain, “It’s just his nerves.”
Troy snaps at his father, “His nerves! What about my nerves?”
“It’s only natural reflexes happens sometimes. “When I make the pickups alone, they
stay up until I get to the funeral home, then I push him back down.” I instruct Troy,” Just
reach back there and push him down.”
Troy extends his arm towards Deacon Murdock, but he is too scared and pulls his
arm back, but Deacon Murdock lays back down on his own. “He just laid back down!”
Brad says, “That happens sometimes too.”
Troy says, “I’m not sure I’m cut out to be an undertaker.”
“Son, this is just your first time it’ll get better, and you’ll be as good as anyone ever
flipped burgers in a fast food restaurant.”
From a distance, the large sign of B. Mosley Mortuary is visible.
The
mortuary
looks like an old Southern Plantation Mansion. The Mortuary belonged to Brad father
and
grandfather.
When
his
father
died
the
family, business
passed
to
Brad
and
his
first
cousin, Beulah Murdock. Beulah and her daughter Nichelle took care
of
all the
burial
arraignments for Ray
can see her eyes salivating with hunger at Troy’s long
dreadlocks,
sagging
pants and long
tee-shirt..
Combine that with his over top quality looks and
you have a formula no woman can say no to. I sign
Medical Examiner’s release forms for the remains
of Raymond C. Murdock. Troy grips the end of the gurney as he looks at the many
rolls and
columns of lockers. “Let’s go to locker seventeen,” replied Kristen.
Kristen leads us down a long white sterile hallway, and I notice a lot of activity a
little further down the hall. Police and Crime Scene Investigator’s crowd around like pigs
headed to the slaughter of a roped off area. Troy glances at me and mumbles under his
breath, “It’s time to go.”
I learned to stay calm a long time ago. And I communicated with a simple gesture of
my hand, “And we’ll
be on our way soon,” as we follow Kristen to locker seventeen.
Kristen opens the locker and quickly pulls out the drawer.
On the table, a body covered by a sheet. Kristen pulls away the sheet revealing none
of the external signs of an autopsy; such as stitches, lines and scars. Troy steps back from
the gurney as Brad grabs the body by one leg and arm and slides it onto his gurney and
covers it with a flesh sheet. I hand Kristen my sheet, “I need Dr. Hussein to sign my
release form before I can take the body.”
“Yes I will take your forms,” I handed the forms to Kristen as I rolled the gurney into
the hallway. Troy and I watch as Kristen walks in the
direction
of
the
police
activity.
Detective Virginia Breeze comes out wearing latex gloves, Troy recognizes her immediately,
“That’s the Detective from television.”
I watch Kristen as she stops at
the roped off area and
speaks to
Detective
Breeze.
Detective looks dead at me before she walks back into the room and Dr. Hussein walks
out. Dr. Hussein comes out into the hall and signs the forms Kristen is holding. He
looks in my direction
and
waves, and
I
wave
and
nod.
Kristen
walks
back
in
my
direction, and she escorts us onto the loading dock.
I leave Troy and Kristen with the body of Ray Murdock as Kristen opens the dock
bay door and I back the Hurst completely in. With the press of a button the rear door of
the Hurst opens and Troy slides the gurney on and I press another button and the gurney
locked into place and Troy closed the rear door of the Hurst.
I watch
from the side rearview mirror as
Kristen and Troy walk out together. Kristen hands Troy a slip of paper, and he shoves it into
his right pocket of his pants. Troy opens the car door and watches Kristen as she walks
into the building, and I assert, “Come boy. We’ve got to go!”
As the Hurst get onto the interstate 270 ramp, Troy turns on looks at the gurney. Troy
yelled, “Dad he’s sitting up!”
I respond in deep gruff voice, “Push him down.” And explain, “It’s just his nerves.”
Troy snaps at his father, “His nerves! What about my nerves?”
“It’s only natural reflexes happens sometimes. “When I make the pickups alone, they
stay up until I get to the funeral home, then I push him back down.” I instruct Troy,” Just
reach back there and push him down.”
Troy extends his arm towards Deacon Murdock, but he is too scared and pulls his
arm back, but Deacon Murdock lays back down on his own. “He just laid back down!”
Brad says, “That happens sometimes too.”
Troy says, “I’m not sure I’m cut out to be an undertaker.”
“Son, this is just your first time it’ll get better, and you’ll be as good as anyone ever
flipped burgers in a fast food restaurant.”
From a distance, the large sign of B. Mosley Mortuary is visible.
The
mortuary
looks like an old Southern Plantation Mansion. The Mortuary belonged to Brad father
and
grandfather.
When
his
father
died
the
family, business
passed
to
Brad
and
his
first
cousin, Beulah Murdock. Beulah and her daughter Nichelle took care
of
all the
burial
arraignments for Ray
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