Looping

There was a delivery of pre-corpses yesterday. There is a strong smell of lavender and formaldehyde if you stroll too close. We were sitting in the bar having a pre-dinner drink as several of them lurched in. The conversation started...

Did you go to Torquay today? 

No dear, we walked into Town. There were no taxis to bring us back though. I bought a magazine and a scarf but it was a bit African.

Oh that’s nice.

Did you go to Torquay today? No dear, we walked into Town....

And repeat ad nauseam.

In the restaurant, later, they were providing carafes of embalming fluid direct to the tables. Which was a nice touch.