And Now For Something Completely Different
I was driving through the Arboretum after leaving work, and coming from the other direction was a gray hearse, driven by a very matronly-looking woman in her fifties. So far, nothing incredibly unusual.Then I saw the flames.
Not real flames. No these were blue-violet flames painted on the hearse.
Yes, I almost turned around and followed her, just like a grown-up stalker and everything, so I could ask her about the paint job. But I didn't want to invade her privacy.
Not that I'm sure someone wants privacy when they customize their hearse.
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