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There was a slight rattle of metal behind us. It was squeaky sound. Something was slightly rolling around back there the items shifted, maybe an inch or two as he turned the car into the Hollywood freeway.  As he accelerated, the metal rolled backwards about a foot, and thumped into the back of the station wagon.

The driver didn't say much. Finally I nudged Bob, and we looked at each others eyes and then slowly turned our heads to see there were two dead bodies, under white sheets in the back of this car.


They were stiffly covered in white sheets on these two identical body trollies, Their sex was undetermined, as was the cause of them rolling around back there. We politely asked about his career at this funeral parlor. "So how long have you worked at this place, is it a family business?

Weird Al smiled and said "Oh, no, I am doing this to get through junior college". He then explained how he was going to drop one of the bodies off, and then take us right to our motel. We were pretty excited, because now we were driving toward downtown LA, and then he drove to Whittier, to drop off one of his "passengers". He explained that this chain of funeral parlors, were one of the largest ever in Los Angeles.

"so now you know why I keep the air on pretty high".

We pulled into the back of a funeral parlor in Whittier. It was covered with giant palm trees and it was the hottest part of the day. He said, he would keep the AC in the car running, but asked us, "Please don't steal the car, OK?"

He opened the back door, unsnapped the mechanism, it pulled back and he got the trolley on the ground and extended the legs, he ran it around the car and up an incline. He had keys to get in the rear entrance. At this point Farley made a proposal.

"Let's pull the sheet of this one" urged Bob
"Are you fricken serious?"
"GO ahead!. Let's see what this guy looks like"
"No way, you can do it"
He broke into a scary, crazy laughter, and I sat on my hands.

The guy took forever.

Bob thought it might be cool to take the car, imagining what the guy would have to explain to his boss. "I picked up these two stiff s from NJ, and then they robbed my station wagon"

The driver returned and we drove south now for almost another hour, Right through rush hour traffic. I think he had cut across Fullerton, Buena Park, Anaheim and back to the beaches. He told us all this dense area was orange groves in the 1920's. He got us back to Bob & Shirley's place by 7pm.

We were starved. We hustled down to the House of Pies and it was a breaded pork chop night. Plenty of mashed potatoes, plenty of salad at the salad bar. The waitress asked if we wanted soft drinks or coffee, and we cleaned many plates adding "no thank you, we'll just have water".