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DEAD PEOPLE WANTED

DEAD PEOPLE WANTED

Caskets, caskets, and more caskets...

Choose your style before someone chooses it for you...

These must sell...

Would you like satin or velvet?

Time to choose the hardware...

We can make any shape and color of your choice...

Please hurry up and die...

We don't want to have a going out of business sale...

Thank you for choosing your final resting place..

Take my card and pass my name along...

Serving generation after generation...

Have a good day!

You all come back now you hear?

Dead people wanted...

Hugs...

sparrowsongย 

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Byd0nz

Semi-amusing write sparrowsong depending how close 'one' is to

Resting in one, however I did enjoy the write. Cheers

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sparrowsong

Hello BydOnz...

When you consider how large the coffin industry is and they have schools to teach how to make them...

Then you consider what other businesses are involved...

Funeral expenses, cards, food, donation to the Minister...

There is a long chain of hands that depend on funerals alone...

How many cemeteries are in your town or city?

Thank you for your comment and supportย ...

Hugs...

sparrowsongย 

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