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The
East
Room
was
furnished
with
neat
rows
of
folding
chairs
--
the
expensive
ones
with
plushy
seats
and
backs
.
At
the
front
,
in
an
area
that
seemed
a
combination
nave
and
bower
,
was
Gage
's
coffin
.
Louis
had
picked
the
American
Casket
Company
's
rosewood
model
--
Eternal
Rest
,
it
was
called
.
It
was
lined
with
plushy
pink
silk
.
The
mortician
agreed
that
it
was
really
a
beautiful
coffin
and
apologized
that
he
did
not
have
one
with
a
blue
lining
.
Louis
responded
that
he
and
Rachel
had
never
made
such
distinctions
.
The
mortician
had
nodded
.
The
mortician
asked
Louis
if
he
had
thought
about
how
he
would
defray
the
expenses
of
Gage
's
funeral
.
If
not
,
he
said
,
he
could
take
Louis
into
his
office
and
quickly
go
over
three
of
their
more
popular
plans
--
In
Louis
's
mind
,
an
announcer
suddenly
spoke
up
cheerfully
:
I
got
my
kid
's
coffin
free
,
for
Raleigh
coupons
!
Feeling
like
a
creature
in
a
dream
,
he
said
,
"
I
'm
going
to
pay
for
everything
with
my
MasterCard
.
"
"
Fine
,
"
the
mortician
said
.
The
coffin
was
no
more
than
four
feet
long
--
a
dwarf
coffin
.
Nonetheless
its
price
was
slightly
over
six
hundred
dollars
.
Louis
supposed
it
rested
on
trestles
,
but
the
flowers
made
it
difficult
to
see
,
and
he
had
n't
wanted
to
go
too
close
.
The
smell
of
all
those
flowers
made
him
want
to
gag
.
At
the
head
of
the
aisle
,
just
inside
the
door
giving
onto
the
foyer-lounge
,
was
a
book
on
a
stand
.
Chained
to
the
stand
was
a
ballpoint
pen
.
It
was
here
that
the
funeral
director
positioned
Louis
,
so
he
could
"
greet
his
friends
and
relatives
.
"
The
friends
and
relatives
were
supposed
to
sign
the
book
with
their
names
and
addresses
.
Louis
had
never
had
the
slightest
idea
what
the
purpose
of
this
mad
custom
might
be
,
and
he
did
not
ask
now
.
He
supposed
that
when
the
funeral
was
over
,
he
and
Rachel
would
get
to
keep
the
book
.
That
seemed
the
maddest
thing
of
all
.
Somewhere
he
had
a
high
school
yearbook
and
a
college
yearbook
and
a
med
school
yearbook
;
there
was
also
a
wedding
book
,
with
MY
WEDDING
DAY
stamped
on
the
imitation
leather
in
imitation
gold
leaf
,
beginning
with
a
photo
of
Rachel
trying
on
her
bridal
veil
before
the
mirror
that
morning
with
her
mother
's
help
and
ending
with
a
photo
of
two
pairs
of
shoes
outside
a
closed
hotel
door
.
There
was
also
a
baby
book
for
Ellie
--
they
had
tired
of
adding
to
it
rather
quickly
though
;
that
one
--
with
its
spaces
for
MY
FIRST
HAIRCUT
(
add
a
lock
of
baby
's
hair
)
and
WHOOPS
!
(
add
a
picture
of
baby
falling
on
her
ass
)
--
had
been
just
too
relentlessly
cute
.
Now
,
added
to
all
the
others
,
this
one
.
What
do
we
call
it
?
Louis
wondered
as
he
stood
numbly
beside
the
stand
waiting
for
the
party
to
begin
.
MY
DEATHBOOK
?
FUNERAL
AUTOGRAPHS
?
THE
DAY
WE
PLANTED
GAGE
?
Or
maybe
something
more
dignified
,
like
A
DEATH
IN
THE
FAMILY
?
