Zounds!

“Wee-oooo wee-oooo wee-oooo wee-”

            “SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! Seriously, why do you have to do the siren sound right now? What are we, children? No, we’re morticians, dumbass. Act like it.” Jerry screamed at his friend, Jordan, who was running in with a fresh new corpse while doing her infamous stupid-fucking-siren-thing. It was 3:00 in the morning, and Jerry was not in the mood for such antics. The time never seemed to matter, though. Jerry was rarely ever up for such antics. He wasn’t much fun, and Jordan made sure he knew that.

            “You aren’t much fun, you know? I’m just trying to lighten up the mood around here. It’s dark, it smells like formaldehyde (which sticks to me and is hell on my perfume when I try to go out afterwards, I’ll have you know), and we work with dead bodies all the time. There has to be something in here that isn’t gloomy, so why not have some fun? The corpses won’t tell on you, just relax a little. Wouldn’t kill you.” Jordan said with a subtle smirk.  She hoped he’d eventually learn to have some fun around the morgue, otherwise she’d just pester him and have fun by herself. It’s his blood pressure, fuck it, she thought to herself as she wheeled the new ‘guest’ into its appropriate spot.

            “My ass is on the line for this job. If I screw up, I’m gone! You’re in the same situation, I don’t understand how you can be so carefree about your future, or even your present situation. What are you doing with your life?” Jerry scorned Jordan as he prepped the new corpse for an autopsy. Truth be told, he had been bored out of his mind before she had run and grabbed this new body, but he’d be damned if he let her know that.