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"When we lift her out of the box," Steve Lucas instructed "Grab the headrest from the coffin and put it on the workbench" Mrs Johnson was light enough that Count and Steve Lucas lifted her frorabbed the headrest, which was a small pillow, and sca her" Steve Lucas warned

"I threw the headrest on the workbench

"Ja for the ankle closet to et the revulsion The cold, hardness of her skin radiated up h my body The hair on the nape of my neck stood,Steve Lucas to bark, "Morrison don't be such a patsy! The old bag won't bite!"

'Fuck you," I cried

"Girls," Shannie said

I rubbed ain grabbing Mrs Johnson's ankle "On three," Count said "Ready, One Two Three" We lifted Mrs Johnson and set her down on the high workbench The cold, heavy feel of death clung to ether When I got home, I held them under hot water

"At least I don't have to worry about you being a necrophiliac," Shannie teased

I'lad I never saw hie of the s passes at stewardesses Count draped the tarp over the s corpse "We can't leave her here," I said as the others made their way to the door

"For Christ's sake!" Steve Lucas lamented

"Geezus Pete!" Shannie cried

"The hell we can't!" Count bellowed

"Really," I pleaded "It's not right Hoould you like it if that was Diane, or randfather?" I stared at my friends;deal We're running late; let's go," Count said

"You're a Jackass!" Steve Lucas exclaiet the coffin loaded," Shannie instructed "It's ti out of Fernwood, Shannie asked if he reot," he answered

"Who cares," Steve Lucas said "Who's going to poke around a cemetery shed?"