The president of Proper Play Things Incorporated wailed. He stood over his father’s body literally wailing.

People downstairs were growing impatient. They wanted to go home. Their Sunday didn’t have to be a complete waste, spent at this old man’s funeral, someone who they only knew as the old man, the boss’s father, who had lived above the two-storey offices with his common-law wife for as long as they could remember.

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