A hearse has just picked us up to take us to my primary school headmaster's funeral. Inside the car I observe him in his underwear and black socks climbing into his death bed. The hearse is wide with perhaps 5 beds across- it is like a padded coffin itself but it is on the move. I speak to my college tutor and an old family friend who is in the role of the headmaster's wife. Is she already dead? Are we all tucking ourselves up into our death beds?
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