Murdock, but of course a much lower rate than for a normal customer.
People have no idea how affordable a funeral can be, but they get lost in their grief and
lose sight of 3how much they are being charged. My policy, if the life insurance policy is
worth fifty thousand dollars, then I sell them all the bells and whistles. We live on the
third floor, and the business takes up the
entire first and second floor of the building. We
all have a job in the funeral business. Charlene does deceased women’s hair, makeup and
nails on a part-time basis. Charlene owns a school of cosmetology known as Mosley Beauty
Academy. Charlene brings her students in for training them in doing hair, makeup, and
nails and other general duties having to do with the care of the dead. Troy is a student in
the
Mortuary program at
the local community college,
and he gets straight
A’s. Troy’s
problems started when he began his internship at my
funeral home. Brad dreams of Troy
taking over the family business one day, but Troy dreams of becoming a rapper. Troy has
done a few concerts with his buddy, T-Bogy, and they always draw a crowd wherever
they do a concert on Friday and Saturday nights. I told Troy, “You need something you
can fall back on in case that Rap thing doesn’t work out, and undertaking is
one business that you’ll never have to worry about being replaced by a computer or
wait on people to download a CD.”
Troy
explains,
to
his
dad, “There’s
this
guy with a big record company from
California and he wants us to sign with his record company.” Troy’s news falls on deaf ears
as I place Ray’s body on the embalming table in the Lab and look at my watch, “It
almost dinner time, we’ll get stated after dinner.” Troy feeling relieved, takes a deep breath
and rushes out the door and up the stairs.
Dinner is always a formal affair, and not by choice, but because of the profession.
Charlene always uses her best china and wine glasses. N o
one
drinks
in
the
Mosley
household, the wine glasses contain white grape juice or ice tea. Charlene regards dinner
as family time, and dinner is never a simple menu, such a Fried Chicken, Macaroni and
cheese and green beans.
It’s always over-the-top like
tonight, Rice and Sage stuffed Pork
Chops, broiled Zucchini slices; however, dessert is her specialty and everyone’s favorite,
Pineapple upside-Down Cake.
Shortly after dinner, I kiss Charlene on the cheek and inform her, “Great dinner, I’ll
have get another slice of cake later, but Troy and I have to get to work on Ray.”
“It took them
long enough to release his body.”
says
Charlene. “A
shame
he
drowned in
the baptismal pool like that,” and Charlene shakes
her head.
Brad comments as, “The Death Certificate indicates poisoning.”
Charlene lays her fork on her plate, wipes her mouth, “You mean someone, murdered
him.”
“It looks that way.”
“I can’t imagine anyone who would want to hurt Ray,” says Charlene.
I had to clear my throat after that comment, “I would think anyone
he’s ever done
business with.”
Troy gets up from the table and picks up his plate, and was about to take it to the
kitchen, and his mother interrupts, “Don’t worry about that, help your father, I got this.”
“Great,” says a disappointed Troy.
We enter the lab, and the table is empty. Troy
looks around the room and no sign of Ray’s body. I look in the walk in cooler for the
remains of Ray Murdock and somehow I knew they would not be there. I walk around to
the side entrance around the corner of the embalming lab, and the side door is hanging off
the hinges Troy suggests, “Maybe he walked off!”
I look around, “Nothing like this has ever happened before.”
“Someone broke in and stole his body,” responds Troy.
I frown, “Who would want to steal a dead body?”
I walk over to the land line phone hanging on
the wall and dial, 9-1-1 and the
emergency operator answers, “9-1-1 emergency.”
Brad says, this is Brad Mosley
People have no idea how affordable a funeral can be, but they get lost in their grief and
lose sight of 3how much they are being charged. My policy, if the life insurance policy is
worth fifty thousand dollars, then I sell them all the bells and whistles. We live on the
third floor, and the business takes up the
entire first and second floor of the building. We
all have a job in the funeral business. Charlene does deceased women’s hair, makeup and
nails on a part-time basis. Charlene owns a school of cosmetology known as Mosley Beauty
Academy. Charlene brings her students in for training them in doing hair, makeup, and
nails and other general duties having to do with the care of the dead. Troy is a student in
the
Mortuary program at
the local community college,
and he gets straight
A’s. Troy’s
problems started when he began his internship at my
funeral home. Brad dreams of Troy
taking over the family business one day, but Troy dreams of becoming a rapper. Troy has
done a few concerts with his buddy, T-Bogy, and they always draw a crowd wherever
they do a concert on Friday and Saturday nights. I told Troy, “You need something you
can fall back on in case that Rap thing doesn’t work out, and undertaking is
one business that you’ll never have to worry about being replaced by a computer or
wait on people to download a CD.”
Troy
explains,
to
his
dad, “There’s
this
guy with a big record company from
California and he wants us to sign with his record company.” Troy’s news falls on deaf ears
as I place Ray’s body on the embalming table in the Lab and look at my watch, “It
almost dinner time, we’ll get stated after dinner.” Troy feeling relieved, takes a deep breath
and rushes out the door and up the stairs.
Dinner is always a formal affair, and not by choice, but because of the profession.
Charlene always uses her best china and wine glasses. N o
one
drinks
in
the
Mosley
household, the wine glasses contain white grape juice or ice tea. Charlene regards dinner
as family time, and dinner is never a simple menu, such a Fried Chicken, Macaroni and
cheese and green beans.
It’s always over-the-top like
tonight, Rice and Sage stuffed Pork
Chops, broiled Zucchini slices; however, dessert is her specialty and everyone’s favorite,
Pineapple upside-Down Cake.
Shortly after dinner, I kiss Charlene on the cheek and inform her, “Great dinner, I’ll
have get another slice of cake later, but Troy and I have to get to work on Ray.”
“It took them
long enough to release his body.”
says
Charlene. “A
shame
he
drowned in
the baptismal pool like that,” and Charlene shakes
her head.
Brad comments as, “The Death Certificate indicates poisoning.”
Charlene lays her fork on her plate, wipes her mouth, “You mean someone, murdered
him.”
“It looks that way.”
“I can’t imagine anyone who would want to hurt Ray,” says Charlene.
I had to clear my throat after that comment, “I would think anyone
he’s ever done
business with.”
Troy gets up from the table and picks up his plate, and was about to take it to the
kitchen, and his mother interrupts, “Don’t worry about that, help your father, I got this.”
“Great,” says a disappointed Troy.
We enter the lab, and the table is empty. Troy
looks around the room and no sign of Ray’s body. I look in the walk in cooler for the
remains of Ray Murdock and somehow I knew they would not be there. I walk around to
the side entrance around the corner of the embalming lab, and the side door is hanging off
the hinges Troy suggests, “Maybe he walked off!”
I look around, “Nothing like this has ever happened before.”
“Someone broke in and stole his body,” responds Troy.
I frown, “Who would want to steal a dead body?”
I walk over to the land line phone hanging on
the wall and dial, 9-1-1 and the
emergency operator answers, “9-1-1 emergency.”
Brad says, this is Brad Mosley
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