One time my brother Leonard brought home a coffin. The first I knew of it was when I stumbled into it when sneaking in from an illicit vodka and cherry coke drinking session at a friends house. The house was in darkness when I arrived home and the only sign of life was the sound of Naz Nomad singing I had too much to dream last night somewhere. The coffin, which had been discarded in the middle of the living room, was huge. I couldnt tell you the exact measurements, but what wasnt remarkable about it was its size. It was pretty solid, had a white veneer and was lined with gold satin. The last resting-place of some gigantic, overweight Elvis impersonator? Maybe. In the morning the coffin had gone and no-one mentioned it.
<*dv_0*>Piece submitted by AJ Rossetti
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