Don't it occur to you, why ?' No.
'Think.' 'I can't imagine.

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.