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Uncle
Carl
,
who
liked
to
yarn
as
much
as
anyone
(
at
least
when
he
was
with
his
own
kind
,
and
Louis
,
who
had
worked
with
him
summers
for
a
while
,
qualified
as
a
sort
of
apprentice
undertaker
)
,
told
his
nephew
of
an
exhumation
order
he
'd
gotten
once
from
the
Cook
County
D.A.
's
office
.
Uncle
Carl
went
out
to
Groveland
to
oversee
the
exhumation
.
They
could
be
tricky
things
,
he
said
--
people
whose
only
ideas
concerning
disinterral
came
from
those
horror
movies
starring
Boris
Karloff
as
Dr.
Frankenstein
's
monster
and
Dwight
Frye
as
Igor
had
an
entirely
wrong
impression
.
Opening
a
sealing
vault
was
no
job
for
two
men
with
picks
and
shovels
--
not
unless
they
had
about
six
weeks
to
spend
on
the
job
.
This
one
went
all
right
...
at
first
.
The
grave
was
opened
,
and
the
crane
grappled
onto
the
top
of
the
vault
.
Only
the
top
did
n't
just
pull
off
,
as
it
was
supposed
to
do
.
The
whole
vault
,
its
concrete
sides
already
a
little
wet
and
discolored
,
started
to
rise
out
of
the
ground
instead
.
Uncle
Carl
screamed
for
the
crane
operator
to
back
off
.
Uncle
Carl
wanted
to
go
back
to
the
mortuary
and
get
some
stuff
that
would
weaken
the
sealant
's
grip
a
bit
.
The
crane
operator
either
did
n't
hear
or
wanted
to
go
for
the
whole
thing
,
like
a
little
kid
playing
with
a
toy
crane
and
junk
prizes
in
a
penny
arcade
.
Uncle
Carl
said
that
the
damned
fool
almost
got
it
too
.
The
vault
was
three
quarters
of
the
way
out
--
Uncle
Carl
and
his
assistant
could
hear
water
pattering
from
the
underside
of
the
vault
onto
the
floor
of
the
grave
(
it
had
been
a
wet
week
in
Chicagoland
)
when
the
crane
just
tipped
over
and
went
kerplunk
into
the
grave
.
The
crane
operator
crashed
into
the
windshield
and
broke
his
nose
.
That
day
's
festivities
cost
Cook
County
roughly
$
3,000
--
$
2,100
over
the
usual
price
of
such
gay
goings-on
.
The
real
point
of
the
story
for
Uncle
Carl
was
that
the
crane
operator
had
been
elected
president
of
the
Chicago
local
of
the
Teamsters
six
years
later
.
Grave
liners
were
simpler
matters
.
Such
a
liner
was
no
more
than
a
humble
concrete
box
,
open
at
the
top
.
It
was
set
into
the
grave
on
the
morning
of
a
funeral
.
Following
the
services
,
the
coffin
was
lowered
into
it
.
The
sextons
then
brought
on
the
top
,
which
was
usually
in
two
segments
.
These
segments
were
lowered
vertically
into
the
ends
of
the
grave
,
where
they
stood
up
like
bookends
.
Iron
rings
were
embedded
into
the
concrete
at
the
ends
of
each
segment
.
The
sextons
would
run
lengths
of
chain
through
them
and
lower
them
gently
onto
the
top
of
the
grave
liner
.
Each
section
would
weigh
sixty
,
perhaps
seventy
pounds
--
eighty
,
tops
.
And
no
sealer
was
used
.
It
was
easy
enough
for
a
man
to
open
a
grave
liner
;
that
's
what
Jud
was
implying
.
Easy
enough
for
a
man
to
disinter
the
body
of
his
son
and
bury
it
someplace
else
.
Shhhhh
...
shhhh
.
We
will
not
speak
of
such
things
.
These
are
secret
things
"
Yes
,
I
guess
I
knew
the
difference
between
a
sealing
vault
and
a
grave
liner
,
"
Louis
said
.
"
But
I
was
n't
thinking
about
...
about
what
you
think
I
was
thinking
about
.
"
"
Louis
--
"
"
It
's
late
,
"
Louis
said
.
"
It
's
late
,
I
'm
drunk
,
and
my
heart
aches
.
If
you
feel
like
you
have
to
tell
me
this
story
,
then
tell
me
and
let
's
get
it
over
with
.
"
Maybe
I
should
have
started
with
martinis
,
he
thought
.
Then
I
could
have
been
safely
passed
out
when
he
came
knocking
.
