There are hobbies and then there are . . . well disturbed persons who do disturbing things. In the fall of last year, when Aunt Mable asked me help her pick an unobtrusive casket, I didn’t know she planned to . . . oh, goodness.

Aunt Mable had been in ill health. I merely thought she was . . . well, planning for the future, you see.

Had I known she intended to fill the casket with other people’s parts, I’d never have agreed to help with the purchase.

It’s the reason I chopped her up and put her in there, but I assure you: she was already dead.

 

 
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