(Sad music plays. Open to a graveyard on a cloudy day, where a small boy stands at a grave with a forlorn expression on his face. Zoom in on a tear slowly rolling down his right cheek. Zoom out to the scene. A man steps in, stands next to the boy. Zoom in onto the two and the gravestone.)

Man(to Boy in sad voice): What's wrong Timmy?

Boy(sniffling): I just lost my Dad (sniff).

Man: You mean your daddy just died?

Boy: (sniff) Uh Huh.

Man: You mean the man that used to take you to ball games under the soft rays of a setting sun. The man who nurtured you when you were but a young babe? The man that always made sure he had a hug waiting for you after a lost little league game?

Boy: (whining): Yeah, my daddy's gone.

Man: Yeah he's gone, Timmy, and I'm afraid he's never coming back.

Boy (with a little hope): Maybe....

Man (firmly, but with compassion): No Timmy. It's been a month. He's probably decomposing as we speak.

Boy: (choke)!

Man: Yep, that once so soft skin of his is tuning putrid and sloughing off like a leper's. Do you know what we call him now, Timmy? Worm chow.

Boy(on verge of tears):NO-O-O-O-O!

Man: Yes indeed. Those eyes that used to comfort you when you got a bad grade, they're now turning to maggot infested mush inside their sockets. His once knowledge filled brain is now rotting silently in his almost skin-free skull. He's left this plane, Timmy. He is now compost.

Boy: N-n-no! It can't be, w-we were going to visit gran'ma this week!

Man: Well, from what I heard from the old age home, she'll be visiting him very soon.

Boy (in terror): GRAN'MA!!

Man: Yep. You know why your father died, don't you?

Boy: C-cancer?

Man: Cancer? Oh my, there's no such thing as cancer. That's just something your mommy told you to spare you. The truth is, you did this because you were a bad son. Remember that time you played with daddy's work papers and no one found out? That's what killed him.

Boy: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!

Man: Bad sons like you go to the orphanage, where we get the labour to make shoes for good little boys.

Boy (drops to the ground and begins to dig at the grave with his hands): Daddy! Dadd-e-e-e-e-ey!!!

Man (to the camera): Hello, I work for State-Wide Life Insurance. Do you have a loved one who died? Did they have life insurance? Well, though reports indicate we are not actually a company (and are banned in all 50 states), we want to make sure this doesn't happen to you. (Pauses and smiles. A woman comes out with a man in a white coat. The Man sees her and starts to walk away.)

Woman(yelling at him and follows him): Hey, jerk! I thought I told you to keep away from my husband's grave and scaring my son!

Man (increases walking speed): Please ma'am. I'm from State Wide. I'm here to help.

Man in white(to Man): Yeah? I'm from Met- Life. (Takes out butterfly net and strait-jacket) C'mon Chester, back to the looney bin. You can sell insurance there.

Man (at the camera): I, uh, don't know what you're talking about. (Runs out of scene)

Woman(yells at man in white): Who the hell is he talking to?

Man in white: Come back here! (Runs after him)

(In the background, Woman crouches down to comfort Boy, who has stopped digging.)

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  • " State-Wide Life Insurance "

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