Destination Funeral

Chapter 49

“Well, I can’t say I’m all that shocked that making forty kinds of sauce and then getting high out of our minds didn’t work,” I say, as we all gather, for what feels like the hundredth time, for coffee on the back porch. I’m unwrapping the MoonPie today.

“No, not really surprising,” agrees Sammie. “But great news, now it’s my turn.”

“Oh god,” I say. “What are you going to make us do?”