Every Body Needs A Hobby [FICTOID]

“You need a hobby.”

“I don’t need a hobby.”

“You do!  You keep bringing your work home with you!”

“So?  What’s wrong with that?”

“You’re an undertaker, for the luvva mike!  Now get those bodies out of here and find something top do with your spare time!”

To assuage his wife, the undertaker loaded his hearse and cleared out their house.  Even triple stacking the bodies side by side, it took four trips.  Luckily they lived in Las Vegas, which enjoys a long and storied tradition of burying bodies in unmarked desert graves.

While driving out to bury the last of his clients, inspiration struck the undertaker as he passed several large billboards promoting shows, many of them comedians performing at the casinos.

“I found a hobby,” he told his wife when he came home.  “Want to know what it is?”

“So long as it doesn’t involve formaldehyde, no.”

“I’m going to write a complete history of every laugh that ever occurred in Las Vegas,”

His wife laughed.

“I’ll start with that one,” the undertaker said.

© Buzz Dixon