Since he had finished touring the new Grande living area, Mr. Ford sat directly on the back porch, and Zach had no choice but to carry the other person's briefcase downstairs.
"You don't look good." Zach held a cup of hot tea in his hand and handed it over.
"Humph, how can it be okay?" Ford's eyes were a little distracted, "My dream has been stolen." Although scattered, the direction is still very clear - Grande's living area, "No." He will correct himself, "I handed everything over to others. My dream."
It is easy to recall all the plots in which Ford appears in this story. There are not many. Everyone should understand this sentence, so I won’t explain it.
Zach put on a slight smile and opened his mouth. Countless words that could be said in this situation were filtered and eliminated by our vampires, and finally turned into, "Thank you, we, Grande, need to thank you."
Ford's eyes retracted while shaking, and when he took the briefcase, he glared at Zach, "So don't let me down!"
The subject changed extremely quickly. When Zach was about to say something, an empty glass was stuffed into his hand, "Three funerals." The information he took out was also handed to Zach, "The funeral copy that Allen got. I have seen the prices of coffins and cemeteries within the industry, so I won’t embarrass you.” He curled his lips and said, “Originally, we were preparing for cremation, but now the time is not right, and the relatives are not willing to wait, so the prices are very low. I have already discussed it with the relatives. , as long as everything goes well, there is no need for the church, they just need to deal with the people..." Ford curled his lips again, "Just deal with it."
Well, how should I put it, there are still such people, they are too practical. The dead are dead, and the living people, at best, are busy looking forward, at worst... there is no ugly way of saying it, in short, we hope to solve the last problems left by the deceased in this world as soon as possible with the least energy and money. One trouble. As you all know, corpses cannot be thrown into the trash can.
Zach was going to look through the documents, but after hearing this, he didn't feel the need to do so. "Okay, don't you have any other requirements?"
"As soon as possible." Ford shrugged, "The only requirement. Oh, by the way, preferably during non-working hours."
"This is very convenient." Zach also shrugged, "Bring it over today and bury it all at night."
Ford's eyes twitched and he looked at Zach, who was smiling beside him, "Are you trying to make me feel better?"
"Yes~" Zach did not deny it.
Ford's eyes twitched and he felt really good, but his words were still the same, "Half-done! No progress at all!"
The half-baked guy is talking about Zach. Wasn't it an accident? No, Zack just came here halfway, didn't he? Not making progress? Don't be surprised. The owner of Grand Funeral Home? This is just an identity. Everything that Zach knows about being the owner of the funeral home, who taught him? Don't let your mind get caught in the door and think that it was this colleague, Ford, who came to the South Side to enjoy retirement life with old Hank, wait for death, and have two sons by the way. Well, to be fair, Old Hank probably taught a quarter of it, like burying people in Beiyuan, and Ford taught the rest.
Everyone still remembers the first time Grande received a real 'big' funeral, Mr. Quinn, who should he go to for help.
So go back and look at Zach's thank you, it's not polite, it's genuine.
"Funeral is funeral! Our job! Obituaries need to be issued! Relatives need to be confirmed! All the procedures that need to be done are indispensable! This is our job!" Ford's smiling eyes and mouth spraying with excitement and lectures are real. A little awkward, "Huh, we can bury it at night! It's hopeless. The funeral industry that I have dedicated my life to, my dream, will be destroyed in your hands!"
Zach smiled and patted Ford, who was obviously cramping in such an awkward situation. I believe Ford's mood was already "Then when will these relatives come back?"
Ford rubbed his face and said, "I've already said hello in the afternoon. Just drag three pairs of Hank's ready-made coffins. It should be just for a look. The same goes for the cemetery. There will be no requirements. The relatives also agreed. We can do the burial ceremony together, let's do it at noon tomorrow." He looked at Zach without joking, "We still need to find a priest to come over."
"Father." Zach nodded, "Eric, do you remember."
"Uh, Eric Eric?" Ford raised his eyebrows, "The son we worked with last time?"
"Yes, that's him." Zach shook his head, "You won't believe it. At his father's funeral, this Eric hit it off with Father Constantine, the priest of the Holy Child Church." Zach seemed to be saying A piece of gossip, "Now Father Constantine, well, is on a business trip, and Eric is the new priest of the Church of the Holy Child."
"Uh..." Ford opened his mouth, not knowing how to express himself.
"I know." Zach shook his head, looking empathetic, "Is it right to make you doubt your faith? It seems like anyone can be a priest."
"I don't believe in religion." Ford curled his lips and actually rolled his eyes in a subtle way, "It doesn't matter, as long as that guy can get the job done." After saying that, he clapped his legs and stood up, looking very relaxed, "Okay. It's okay, I have nothing to talk to you about." He said in a bored tone, obviously on purpose, "I have all the information in your hands. I will transfer the money and send it to you after the funeral. Let's go."
He really didn't bother to look back and left. Before getting in the car, he took one last look at Grande's living area by the door, shook his head, and got into the car.
Everything started and turned smoothly, except when it was stopped when leaving the backyard - Madison's car was shaking off dust and drifting into the Grand amid Ford's subconscious curses.
Zach simply didn't go upstairs. He handed the information in his hand to Louise who was in a daze behind the counter of the showroom. He watched Madison jump out of the car and run straight to him amidst the harsh friction sound. .
As soon as he stepped onto the back porch, Madison calmed down inexplicably, and straightened his appearance while exhaling slowly.
Zach tilted his head, watching Madison's actions without commenting, and patted the seat next to him. What's the rush? Madison will speak for herself.
"I'm dying."
Zach's head tilted in another direction, because he didn't expect Madison to say this.
He still didn't speak immediately, but raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his hand to hold the brim of Madison's hat, and raised it a little. naked. put it back.
He spoke, "Are you sick, Madison?"
Zach played a military doctor for a period of time. Remember, if a vampire really wanted to save those poor soldiers, it would only require a little blood, but Zach was very attentive and often had to remove the soldier's hair before performing an operation. Shaved stuff. So Zach's question is Zach's reasonable interpretation of Madison's behavior.
Interpretation is interpretation, Zach still moved Madison's chin, pressed his fingers on the side of Madison's neck, raised his eyebrows, and answered himself, "No, Madison, you are not sick."
"I'm not sick." Madison took away Zach's hand, "But I'm going to die." He said it calmly.
If it weren't for Grande's backyard, and the smoke raised by Madison's car hadn't settled yet, Zach would have truly believed that he was calm, and pursed his lips, "Tell me, Madison, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm not crazy, I'm making a statement." Madison said in a positive tone, "I'm going to die, Zach, I'm telling you, I'm going to die."
"Okay." Zach did something... that was horrifying to think about - he rolled up his sleeves and handed his fair arm to Madison, "I don't care anymore, what about you?"
Has anyone thought of something scary? Please combine the orthodox Toledo bloodline, Eli Toledo, and Charlie. You can also bring Ian and the 'General'. It's best to bring what Leo said about immortal vampires. Think about the flaws in your bloodline...
Madison didn't think, but looked at Zach's stretched out arm and swallowed. Then, he held down Zach’s sleeve, pulled the cuff back, put Zach’s arm back in front of Zach’s body in an almost extremely cautious manner, and took a deep breath, “West wants to write about me. "
Zach adjusted his cuffs and looked sideways at Madison. He didn't respond immediately, but blinked, "Then what?"
"Then? Then!" Madison's calmness was indeed shattered. "Have you forgotten that she wrote about Wales?! She wrote about Wales to death! Dead! Because of what?! Because his cat was sick! She didn't It’s time to continue making up the story! So let’s just write the protagonist to death!!”
Zach naturally thought of the writing class he attended and shrugged, "Relax Madison, that was her fiction. You are real. You are his friend. She will not, well, write about you casually." dead."
"Are you trying to comfort me? Just write me to death?!"
Zach continued to shrug, "What do you expect me to say?" Zach was surprised, well, Madison's life and death was unexpected, "You are the guy in the writing class, you know your teacher, well, Morris Teacher, right, you like to emphasize the outbreak of conflicts and deal with them in a dramatic way, right?" Zach still shrugged, "No one can guarantee that Teacher Morris's favorite student will not deal with her friends in a dramatic way. Right."
Madison stared at Zach, as if seeing Zach for the first time, "Who are you??"
"Your unscrupulous boss, a vampire mixed among humans." Zach was still shrugging. It wasn't that he had no other actions to do, but he was expressing something. Haha, "These are not the two core characters you created for my character." You know it best." Yes, for a guy who suddenly ran up to Zach and said that he was going to be written about by others, Madison seemed to have forgotten that he was writing about Zach.
Madison was quiet for two seconds, just two seconds, "Can this be the same?! I can write about your death countless times, and you will still be here!! But West writes about my death once, and I will, I will..." Madison's hand was pushing hard in the air, probably punching the air.
Zach grasped the key points very accurately and raised his eyebrows, "So, you have written about my death? Countless times?"
Instinctively, "Uh no, I'm just making an analogy..." and then became more and more excited after reacting, "I'm not talking about you now! I'm talking about myself! My life!! My..."
"Then tell West." Zach interrupted, "Tell her not to write you off to death. What's the point of getting excited." Zach was really calm.
"I said it!" Madison responded quickly, "But I, I..."
"You don't trust your friend?" The question was expressed in a rising tone. Zach began to shrug again. This time, there was probably no other appropriate action.
"This is not a question of trust or not! This is, this is..." Madison's face was full of confusion. Put yourself in Madison's shoes and think, 'Hey, are you writing about me? By the way, don't write me to death~ I'm really going to die~', it seems impossible to say this, right
"Suddenly, why did West suddenly want to write about you?" Zach looked sideways at Madison and asked a somewhat constructive question.
"How do I know..." What seemed to be a very affirmative response was interrupted halfway through, and Madison's face turned gloomy, "Morris! Tsk! Damn Morris..."
"Teacher." Zach actually reminded Madison at this time, "Have some respect."
"You don't know!!" Madison seemed to be ignited by something again, "West was good at writing some love stories! That Morris introduced West to join some kind of anonymous sharing group! A lot of doubts about life The idiots got together to talk about something..."
When Zach was aroused and raised his eyebrows with curiosity, and was about to listen to the details, Madison was stuck there again, with his mouth open and his throat trembling.
Sam, I know, the obtrusive guy, walked across the back porch, "I'm going to help Louise."
Zach nodded and looked at Madison again, "Go on."
Madison closed her mouth and told Zach with all the tension in her body that she was not going to continue. Well, how should I put it, as a matter of fact, Madison can't continue, right? His flight prevented him from participating in the anonymous sharing at all.
Zach shook his head and comforted Madison seriously, "Relax, Wales is not really dead. After all, the story is just a story, the end is the end, reality is still going on." Zach raised his hand, Yes, the hand that had just rolled up its cuffs and reached out to Madison, "And you still have this. As you complained, I'm right here."
Madison's eyes were probably attracted by Zach's shaking hand, so he swallowed again and fell silent.
Zach looked at Madison's hat again, "You really chose a 'good' time to change your hairstyle. You know, although your ability is useless, it should be a warning at this time." Zach He raised his eyebrows and said, "Speaking of which, why did you shave your head? James came here early in the morning to talk about your hair..." Zach even asked with concern - "What happened to you yesterday?" 'I didn't even ask.
Madison stood up and asked, "Is Ford here to help you with the funeral business that you have accumulated during this period?" He forcibly changed the subject.
"Yeah." Zach tilted his head, but he didn't want to say it, so forget it. It's okay not to know, lest he couldn't help but irritate James, "Does the mill also have business?"
"Yes." Madison actually turned around and walked to the car in the backyard, "Huh, it's in my work report, I haven't had time to read it yet."
"Haha, yes, isn't James here? Haha, I haven't had time to see it yet~" Zach was so steady.
"Give me the phone." Madison rolled her eyes at Zach and got in the car.
Therefore, the visitors to Grande so far today were all here to comfort them. Zach comforted them thoughtfully, and they left without saying a word of thanks. Well, don't say that Zach didn't give James comfort, Zach gave him a goal to use his "James", didn't he
After watching Madison leave, Sam came out, "I know that anonymous sharing group." He still appeared abruptly, but listened to him continue, "Yesterday, when I went to find Kyle's classmate Vincent as you said, His uncle went to find him and said he would take him to an event in the evening to see what a person who is truly defeated by life looks like."
After hearing this, Zach blinked not knowing how to react, "Okay, that sounds boring, thanks for telling me this." He didn't know what the use of harvesting this kind of information was.
"No thanks~" Sam left, and then returned to the showroom to help Louise. (.)