I should have been an accountant.Three words: Open caskets
suck.
Yet, in the middle of all the suck at the funeral home, I found myself standing off to the side while my mother was still talking with Joey's father. My father is on an overnight research cruise and won't dock until dawn and my husband got stuck at the store. So my mother and I were each other's hands to hold. I couldn't just step outside and leave her.
The point is that while I was standing there, finally
not crying, I completely on accident looked at the open casket again and, therefore, Joey's corpse. My gut clenched and I was oh-so-determined not to cry again (I'm the sort of person who can't not cry when someone else is crying at me, on me, etc), my mind sort of flailed about for something to distract it.
It landed on Mizahar and the abruptly ironic PM exchange I had earlier with the wonderful DS of Riverfall regarding a thread idea. The thread idea involves having Caelum perform an autopsy for a slave at Rattling Chains. There's a whole lot of beautifully dark plot gems in that idea considering Caelum's ranuri and history with slavery et cetera. Anyway.
I'm staring at the casket and the body in it trying not to be an idiot and the thing I think of is that, hey, I've got some really fresh visuals of what a dead body basically looks like to write this thread.
I should have been an accountant. Us writers are sick. I need a drink.
p.s. Abby, I'd make a real pretty dude.
