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On doctor’s orders, George had moved to Arizona. Two weeks later, he was dead. His body was shipped back home, where the undertaker prepared it for the services.
George’s brother came in to make sure everything was taken care of. “Would you like to see the body?” the undertaker asked. “I might as well take a look at it before the others get here.” The undertaker led him into the next room and opened the top half of the casket. He stood back and proudly displayed his work. “He looks good,” the brother said. “Those two weeks in Arizona were just the thing for him.”
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