Chamlee:
I'm sorry, friend, but there'll be no funeral.
Henry:
What?
Chamlee:
Oh, the grave is dug and the defunct there is as ready as the embalmers ought to make him. But there'll be no funeral.
Henry:
What's the matter? Didn't I pay enough?
Chamlee:
It's not a question of money. For twenty dollars, I'd plant anybody with a hoop and a holler. But the funeral is off.
Henry:
Now how do you like that. I want him buried, you want him buried and if he could sit up and talk, he'd second the motion. Now that's as unanimous as you can get.
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