Writing 101 Day Twelve: (Virtual) Dark Clouds on the Horizon

Today, write a post with roots in a real-world conversation. For a twist, include foreshadowing.

“Garth we have a problem.”

“We have a problem, Mordechai? I feel fine, business is doing well, we have a good turnover this month. What could possibly go wrong?” and Mordechai looked very sad. Mordechai always looked sad, he was one of the most successful assistant undertakers in the business. That was why Garth was glad to have him as an assistant.

Mordechai continued “we have two deaths this week, for a normal burial.”

Garth was astonished, it was his business to bury people, he was the most successful undertaker in town. Everyone came to Garth with their dead. They knew he was a professional, got the job done with all the trimmings.

“What is the problem Mordechai, death is our business and business is going fine. The new gravestone designs are a hit, everyone wants one. Shiny and black with gold letters and a photo of the departed set into the stone.”

“That is the problem Garth, everyone wants one. We have no customers for a good plain cremation.”


“We no longer have room in the cemetary.”

“Rubbish Mordechai, cemetaries always have room.”

“Our town cemetary is full, there is only one enpty plot and it was reserved for the Widow James.”

“Then let the widow James have the plot. She was the mother of the town mayor and we have to respect her wishes.”

“Yes Garth, but the right honourable William Hadforth died this week and his family want him to be buried in our town cemetary.”

“Then it looks like you will have to convince the family Hadforth that William will have to be cremated. Tell them it is more hygenic and will cost less. Is that such a problem Mordechai?”

“Not really, but the family Hadforth have a long standing feud with the family James and the two families both want their departed to be buriied in the town cemetary.”

“Then we will have to dig someone up to make room” answered Garth. “It is my cemetary, I organise the burial, and things must run to plan. When are the burials planned?”

“Both on Friday. the widow James was catholic so her burial will approach from the catholic church at 11.00 a.m. William Hadforth was the brother of the protestant priest and the funeral is sceduled to arrive from the protestant church at 11.00 a.m. on Friday morning in the graveyard. I asked around the town whether anyone would be interested in having the remains of their ancestors placed in a bone house, but they were not very happy about that. They prefer to visit a grave than a collection of bones.”

“I have the solution Mordechai. First come, first served. Explain the problem to the two families. The first to arrive will be buried in the last plot of free land in the cemetary and the other will have an urn to be deposited in our wall of honour.”

“But ……”

“No buts Mordechai” answered Garth.

And so it came to pass. The two funeral wagons travelled side by side on the path to the grave. The Widow James had the better horses and arrived first. The Hadforth relations were annoyed. A fight broke out, accidents happen and someone pushed the Widow James coffin into the open grave. Luckily it was deep enough and when the coffin containing the remains of William Hadforth arrived on top of the Widow James coffin, due to a kick given by one of the mourners, it was discovered there was enough room for both in the grave.

There was a small problem with the grave stone, but eventually two were made, one at each end of the grave.

Mordechai was glad that the problem was solved. Garth was glad that all went well and the mourners were also happy as they only had to pay half the price.

Writing 101 Day Twelve: (Virtual) Dark Clouds on the Horizon

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