Story Name: Undertaker At Large
Author: diap-chan1313
Couple: Undertaker
Rating: K+
Genres: None really
Other: Writing like this is for the song. Normal for the (lame) story..
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There is something strange down by the cemeteryEmptying the graves left and rightGhastly schemes and ghoulish undertakingsUnderneath the pale moonlight
Undertaker went through 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 crematoryWhat a foolish waste of potential salesIt's a damn shame to discard inventoryThink 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 women. 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 'business' he has had. Though more and more people have been dying so some people would came. Just not many...
Death is my business and business is good!
END
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Author's note: Read the author's note in the last chapter.
Been through the whole thing and fixed everything I could find without re-writing the whole thing.