Coffin Up Trouble

“What the fuck is this?” Bemmer asked. Four large wooden coffins sat on the ground. Soot walked over to them and grinned.

“Pretty cool, huh?” he asked. The men didn’t speak at first.

“Um… where did you get these?” T.J. asked.

“The shop down the road!” Soot said. He was grinning his head off as he spoke.

“Why?” Art asked. Soot looked at him like a curious little puppy.

“Why what?” he asked.

“Why did you buy two coffins?” Art asked. “Are you expecting someone to die?”

“No,” Soot said, shaking his head.

“So… why?” T.J. asked.

“They were really cheap,” Soot said. He said it like they didn’t get it. The boy could see it on their faces.

“What?” he asked.

“Why four of them?” Art asked. Soot looked at the coffins around them.

“Why not?” he asked. “They were all cheap.”

“There isn’t anything in them, is there?” Daisuke asked.

“Wha? No!” Soot said. “These are brand new!” Now the boys looked really confused.

“What?” the intern asked.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait,” Bemmer said. “You just bought four coffins for 100¥?”

“Uh-huh!” Soot said. His grin was so wide.

“So… what are you going to do with them?” T.J. asked.

“Good question!” the boy said. “I have no idea!” Sweat drops appeared on everyone’s heads. What the hell was this? Oh, buddy…

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So now the boys have four empty coffins on their hands. T.J. paced around on the phone near the gym entrance.

“Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. We’ve got four of them. Can you take them? Great! Hm? Oh… No, no. It’s fine. Really fine. Okay, bye,” he said. T.J. hung up and turned to the boys.

“Good news, boys,” he said. “I found someone who’s going to take them.” Everyone looked up.

“Who’s the lucky sucker?” Tony asked. Art gave him the side eye.

“A local funeral home,” T.J. said. “He’s willing to pay for a good price.”

“Nice!” Soot said.

“But?” Bemmer asked. The guys turned their attention to him. The intern shrugged.

“What? There’s always has to be a but,” he said. He turned his attention back to T.J.

“So what is it?” he asked. There was a pause. The Spanish man nervously laughed.

“He can’t come here to get it,” he said. “We’re going to have to take them to him.”

“Why?” Mosh asked.

“Well…” T.J. said. He nervously laughed again.

“His son has the truck and he won’t be back until two weeks,” the man said. The boys were all frowning.

“You can’t be serious,” Tony complained.

“Sorry,” T.J. said with a shrug. Kurt rose to his feet.

“Well, we might as well get on with it,” he said.

“I’ll go get my truck,” T.J. said. He turned and walked out the door. Kurt and Soot followed behind. The rest of the boys looked at each other with unease. What could possibly go wrong?

To Be Continued…