It was a Catholic funeral, all bells and whistles. The incense brought a tear to Roger’s eye and a tickle to his throat. He knew no one there—not even the deceased. But he knew there’d be a meal after. He’d been to some of the best hotels in town by claiming acquaintance with the departed.
It wasn’t just the food that attracted Roger. It was the widows. They needed some comfort too. He was happy to provide whatever was necessary to gain their trust, and anything else on offer.
Funerals were a lucrative business—not just for the funeral director.
Nice angle
A funeral-crasher! I hadn’t thought about that. Potential here for a larger plot.
Indeed! Thanks for comment.
Sad, on so many fronts. I was even ready to give him a pass when I thought he was homeless and this was an ingenious way of getting a meal in his belly, but to take advantage of widows, ugh! I agree with K8Ghost. Consider an expanded plot. Maybe he crosses the wrong widow.