"Today we are burying Amelia Kingston for the third time. We're pretty sure she's dead this time around." Says Reverend Bernard. Tired of giving the agreed upon eulogy he stops speaking and throws a handful of dirt onto the coffin.

From a spot underground the bereved hear a yell. They look at the motritican disappointedly. John Kingston, an uncle who once owned a gym and now thinks himself strong, sighs and goes to help pull up the coffin for the third time this week.