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My Corpse Is An Honor Student at Graveyard High

You know, if I had been able to keep my wits about me, and wasn’t actually trying to drive at the time, I’d have attempted to put my little tiny crappy camera on the Sidekick and get a photo of this. But of course, that didn’t happen. So I’ll have to paint you the picture in words.

First of all, I noticed the mini van because it was the same make and model and color as Junior’s old daycare provider. So I always notice these purple vans, trying to see if it’s her so I can wave.

I glanced down at the license plate, and realized that this van had hearse plates. Hearse plates. I was behind a purple, Plymouth hearse. So many thoughts ran through my head, the first of which was “Man, I would be so pissed if I died and didn’t get to ride in the big fancy black one.” Oy. Ya, sure, this could be the vehicle they use to get the flowers or whatnot to the Church, or whatever it is they need to do to prepare for a funeral. Or it could be carrying the body from the morgue to the funeral home, I suppose.

Either way, I guess those fold-down seats come in handy. I just want to know, if I buy a used van someday, what EXACTLY it was used for. It didn’t occur to me to wonder until the other day.

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