Story Name: Undertaker At Large
Author: diap-chan1313
Couple: Undertaker
Raiting: K+
Genres: Genrals
Other: Writing like this is for the song. Normal for the (lame) story..
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There is something strange down by the cemetery
Emptying the graves left and right
Ghastly schemes and ghoulish undertakings
Underneath the pale moonlight
Undertaker went though the latest bodies and coffins he has just gotten. Most of them middle aged men, but there was the odd young lady. They all had such lovely, soft skin, though the men have rough patches of stubble from not shaving before death. Undertaker done it himself. 'Can't have a dead body not looking lovely.' He would think.
Curse the day they invented the crematory
What a foolish waste of potential sales
It's a damn shame to discard inventory
Think outside the box if all else fails
He did. He did curse the day the crematory was created. People had stopped coming to him, save from the odd poor family. So, he would go deep into the nights to and dig up bodies. Young or old, men or wemon. It didn't matter. Undertaker needed bodies. Bodies. Bodies from anywhere.
Death is my business and business is good!
The days have been slow. No customers. No laughs. No bodies. Undertaker was losing whatever 'bussiness' he has had. Though more and more people have been diying so some people would came. Just not many...
Death is my business and business is good!
END
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Another LAME ASS song fic. Just so you know the song is Gave robber at large by Creature Feature.