Walter

She stares into the casket open, not what he wanted, but she did, even more now. “Stiffer than he’s ever been.” she snickered, silent, unheard. “O M F G thirty years; look at you in your blazer and that idiotic badge;” she toasted, raising a glass of cola and single malt discovered upon finding the “mislaid” Tantalus key. “I bet you’ll never guess where your model steam engine is?” She whispered into his ear, “Oh, once more into the breach,” she laughed and knowingly winked. “Nothing to say, no repost?” “Not a cutting, hurtful quip?” “you’re dead, you say. Can’t answer.” “I was dead for thirty years!”