A Fragrance Expires

In Her coffin Miss Amelia Albright glowed like a nightlight. Her perfumes: Ambergris, the testicular glands of musk deer and rat. Extract of Angelica, were all buried with her. A distinctive and troubling miasma. One darkly attired mourner parted his lips only to gag, mid-splutter. The frail priest fell to his knees, beseeching Holy Jesus and his Mother. Pure soul to the end, (thank God and all his Saints), she, with no hint of pique, or complaint, was not directed down to hell for not even the devil himself could withstand that smell. Thus it was that Amelia, transported on the shoulders of strong stomached men, stank all the way to heaven and hell, and back again.