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At the allotted time the hearse arrived to take the coffin to its final
internment, the four men arrived late they needed to make up time. Hurriedly they confirmed the paperwork, everything
appeared to be in order, and lifted the casket onto their vehicle.
Archibald must have been unconscious for an hour or so, he suddenly awoke, momentarily confused as to where he
was. As his memory started to return he hastily pushed open the lid, it refused to move. His panic heightened as
his breathing deepened. Archibald concentrated fully about his task, pushing with all his might, still nothing.
Tears filled his eyes as he realized the fate that lay before him.
It was a modest funeral, only about half a dozen watched as the coffin was gradually lowered into the ground.
As the vicar read the appropriate words, as he had so often done, there were those who could have sworn that they
could hear the faint sound of screaming.
It wasnt for almost two weeks, that the disappearance of Archibald became apparent. He was not a well-liked man.
In fact it was only when his services were required that anyone much bothered with Archie at all. In fact if poor
old Mister Roberts hadnt suddenly died in his sleep they would have never even bothered to search for him.
Upon investigating the police reluctantly went to the funeral home. After no-one answered the door, they felt compelled
to break it down. The first thing they noticed was the stench; it had been a particularly warm summer. They quickly
discovered the rotting corpse of Jessica on the kitchen table.
The funny thing about the corpse though remarked the constable as he contained his urge to vomit, I could have
sworn she was smiling.
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