The Service of Robert Fulcher Page 2
by JT Pearson
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The group that was assembled in the church exchanged looks but no one seemed like they wanted to add to the eulogy. “Alright. Then I guess we’ll begin,” Dr. Drysdale said with a note of sadness. He picked up his case and moved from the podium to a table at the edge of the altar. He opened the case and extracted a portable electric saw and started making cuts into his friend’s body. Then he proceeded to pass out portions of Robert Fulcher to the hungry crowd.
The End
