What is it ?' 'It's just two things.' 'Well, what are they ?' 'One's Embamming.' 'And what's the other ?' 'Ice.' 'How is that ?' 'Well, in ordinary times, a person dies, and we lay him up in ice; one day two days, maybe three, to wait for friends to come.

Takes a lot of it--melts fast.

We charge jewelry rates for that ice, and war-prices for attendance.

Well, don't you know, when there's an epidemic, they rush 'em to the cemetery the minute the breath's out.

No market for ice in an epidemic.