Chapter 8 Coming!(1/3)
The sky is bright;
"Who is it? Who is it?"
Aunt Mary's angry screams came from the basement.
Then,
She walked up the slope angrily,
I saw Dis wearing priest clothes.
"Father, I don't know who damned Mr. Moissan in the basement..."
"I made a ceremony for him."
"Oh, that's it. Praise for your kindness. May Mr. Moissan rest in peace."
Aunt Mary prayed immediately.
immediately,
She turned back to the studio and quietly "touched up" Mr. Moissan's makeup again.
It is not unprecedented before. The body received at home has been "messy". My father-in-law has also performed rituals on the body several times, causing the body to be damaged.
but,
Since it was done by my father-in-law,
Aunt Mary didn't dare to be angry with him, not at all.
Last night, Karen, who left here, put Mr. Mosang's body back on the stretcher, wiped off his own blood on the ground, and tidied Mr. Mosang's clothes, but the makeup on his face... Karen was really...
inability to recover;
Therefore, he could only wash up again and then go back to the house to sleep.
when Wake up,
His cousin Lunt, who slept in the same room as him, is no longer here.
Karen sat up from the bed, reached out and patted his forehead.
This body is indeed good-looking, even from a man's point of view;
But it's just too weak.
Although Karen in her previous life often stayed up late and smoked, she still kept running and exercising, and her physical fitness was still good.
"It seems that we have to put exercise on the agenda."
Karen washed himself, went down to the second floor, and saw milk and bread on the dining table.
After pouring a glass of milk, he picked up the bread and dipped it in it. He ate two slices and drank the milk mixed with bread crumbs in one gulp. Karen straightened his collar and cuffs and went down to the first floor.
The gramophone on the first floor is playing the piano piece "Gone Away", which is one of the most frequently used pieces in mourning venues in Luojia City and several nearby cities.
Karen stood next to the gramophone. The first floor had been decorated and looked solemn and solemn;
Ron and Paul were placing the coffin on the small platform, while Mina and Chrissy were busy lighting candles;
Cousin Lunt held a mop in his hand and was cleaning possible footprints on the ground.
Aunt Mary was sitting in the corner drinking water, looking a little tired. Karen also knew why she was tired. The work that was originally done last night turned into a rush job in the morning, so she must be very tired.
Aunt Winnie was holding a booklet and counting the utensils.
All the furnishings in the room on the first floor, except for the "flowers", are made by old actors.
Although they are all reusable items, if they are lost or lost, it will cost a lot of money to replace them.
Grandpa stood by the small high platform and watched Ron and Paul place the coffin.
Karen has been down for a while, and Grandpa didn't specifically look at Karen.
Everyone in the family is working, but Karen wakes up late and no one wakes her up. This can be regarded as a special treatment for "Karen".
"Please, thank you for your hard work. I'm sorry for coming so early."
"It's okay, it's okay, it should be, haha."
Uncle Mason welcomed in a middle-aged bald man who was dressed cheaply but looked very stylish;
Karen searched her memory and found out that his name was "Malmö" and that he was the deputy director of an office of the district government.
In "memory", Aunt Mary looked down upon this man very much. She thought he was too greedy, looked bad in food and appearance, and liked to manipulate his identity. However, in the office where he worked, except for one director, everyone else
is the "Deputy Director";
Everyone else in the office got their jobs through the back door, so he had to run errands, so in fact he was just a clerk.
Mr. Malmo noticed Karen and reached out to touch Karen's head;
Karen took a step back and ducked.
"Haha, I learned that you were sick last time I came here, but it seems you have recovered now?"
"Yes, thank you for your concern." Karen responded.
"okay."
Without further delay, Malmo walked up the steps, picked up the old-fashioned "Wolfords" camera he carried with him, took a picture of Jeff in the coffin, and then stepped back down the steps;
Grandpa, dressed in priest's clothes, stood in front of the coffin, bowed his head, and prayed;
"Crack!"
Malmö took another shot;
at last,
Malmo retreated to the entrance of the living room, chose a place with better lighting, raised the camera lens to face the overall situation of the living room;
Karen saw Aunt Mary, who was sitting on the chair, also stand up. Everyone, including her cousins, bowed their heads in mourning in a serious manner.
"Get ready, get to your places..."
Karen also stood up straight and lowered his head.
"Crack!"
"alright."
Malmö put down the camera.
Uncle Mason handed a black notebook to Malmo, who nodded and accepted it.
What’s inside is tips;
The welfare bill is like this. Simply looking at the city government's allocation quota and the quota for charitable organizations is actually not low, but to implement it, profits must be divided layer by layer.
Of course, today's "tip" will be larger than usual, because Mr. Malmo got up early today.
After the three photos that needed to be filed and submitted for the report were taken, Mr. Malmo did not waste any time and left directly with his camera and notebook. Uncle Mason walked him out the door.
Even if he wanted to be courteous and take him directly back to the office, he couldn't do it. Unless Mr. Malmo was willing to be picked up by a hearse, the Immelais family really didn't have a private car.
Subsequently,
Paul and Ron worked together to remove Jeff's body from the coffin, put it on a stretcher, and pushed it back to the basement;
Immediately afterwards, the two pushed "Mr. Moissan" out and carried him into the coffin.
Aunt Mary stepped forward and began to make adjustments to his posture, trying to make Mr. Moissan assume a more "comfortable" and "calm" posture as much as possible.
The rest of the decoration and furnishings have not changed, they are still the same.
This is “rushing”;
Although Mr. Mosang's children were stingy in other aspects, because some relatives lived in other cities, they arranged a "full day" instead of "half a day" for Mr. Mosang's condolence meeting.
Of course, if conditions permit, let alone half a day, they are even willing to "guarantee time".
So, today "Jeff" actually hit Mr. Mosan's car.
Jeff, who has completed the process, must give up and return to the basement to continue lying down.
Mr. Moissan has already "lyed down" in his seat,
Paul and Ron went to the door of the living room and the door of the yard on the road to put up signs respectively, indicating that today was the mourning meeting for Mr. Moissan.
Since he had nothing to do on the first floor, Karen simply walked to the flower bed in the yard and picked a lot of Patchouli leaves.
Then, he walked up to the second floor and entered the kitchen.
Today's lunch is prepared by him;
Many times, mourning venues will provide simple meals to relatives and friends who come to mourn. Of course, this can only happen after the family members need this service and pay for it;
Therefore, the Immelais family will also eat it together as a working meal.
But today, Mr. Moissan's children didn't even order simple meals, let alone drinks...the cheapest lemonade. Therefore, the Immelais family had to prepare their own lunch.
Karen didn't have much discomfort when he entered the kitchen. In his previous life, he often cooked for himself, and he also enjoyed the process. Although his cooking skills are not that of a chef, he should be considered excellent at the level of a housewife and househusband.
Wash the Patchouli leaves first, then Karen puts a few pieces into the cup, and then pours hot water into them.
Then, he began to select ingredients. The ingredients at home were actually quite abundant, but he didn't plan to make a sumptuous meal.
There is a refrigerator in the kitchen. It looks new. It must have been bought not long ago, but in Karen's eyes, it is really "old".
To be continued...