The incense brought a tear to Ernest’s eye and a tickle to his throat. It was, after all, a Catholic funeral, with all the accouterments. He knew no one there—not even the deceased. He did know, however, there’d be a meal after. He’d been to some of the best hotels in town by claiming acquaintance with the departed.
It wasn’t just the food that attracted Ernie, It was the widows. They needed some comforting too. A matter, he was happy to provide whatever was necessary to gain their trust and whatever else was on offer.
Funerals were a lucrative business, indeed—not just for the funeral director.
Do you know someone like this?