This was Martha's first day as a hearse driver, and already she got lost.
She had printed a map for the road between the funeral parlor and the church, but one of the street was blocked by construction and then she got lost in the detours.
She stopped at a lonely house on the deserted road to ask for directions, but no one was home. And then, she realized her second mistake of the day.
She had left the keys in the ignition. You know, inside the car, with her cellphone and the corpse of the beloved husband/father/friend of people gathered in a church, a few miles away.
¨At least I didn't lose the guy¨ Said Martha to herself, crying in the dirt.
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