Got Up On the Wrong Side of the Casket

Looks like poor Mr. Undertaker will have to change jobs. He's just not cut out for this one, I'm afraid. He's still a little shaken up over what happened a couple weeks ago. He's starting to wonder who he'll have to sleep with to get out of this line of work.

His first funeral of the day didn't quite turn out as planned. He was startled by a bunny hopping across the road on the way there and ran into a ditch. It took him quite a while to wrestle that coffin back and push the hearse out of the mud.

Then there was a little dispute with the family at the gravesite. They didn't think getting stuck in a ditch was reason enough to arrive late so they got a little rowdy. They're even demanding a discount for the scuffed-up casket.

And when he got back to the funeral home he discovered his next client was infested with Siamese cats. Now how do you suppose he's going to explain this to the next of kin? They were pretty much hoping for an open-casket jobbie and I don't believe Mr. Undertaker has enough wax to fill in all those holes. He's hoping to make do with flour and water and a little food coloring.

I don't know about you but I'm thinking the poor guy's going on a bender pretty soon. Like about five minutes after he stops crying.