“I said seven, I said you had to be here at seven,” Steven says.

Mark sighs in frustration.

“No, you didn’t! You said I had to leave at seven,” he says.

“Why would I tell you to leave at seven? I don’t care at what time you leave as long as you’re here on time. Which was seven. You were supposed to be here to help carry the casket with us because Arnie isn’t strong enough to hold one side by himself. You know he strains easily. That’s why you had to be there,” Steven lectures.

“I’m sorry about Arnie, all right? If only I’d have known it started at seven instead of eight, I would’ve been here. I really thought you told me to leave at seven, I guess I just heard it wrong,” Mark says.

“Whatever man, it’s too late now. Things happen. Now, let’s go to the hospital. Poor Arnie. The guy’s like a skeleton, I don’t know who hired him,” Steven says.

“Thierry, must have been Thierry,” Mark says.

“Or Sandra, old Sandra,” Steven says.

“What happened, though? Did you guys drop the casket?”

“Almost,” Steven says, “gave the family a thrill, not gonna lie. Thing is, if we’d get fired, there’d be no staff.”

“We really carry this organization on our backs,” Mark says.

“Tonight, you didn’t,” Steven says.

“I said I’m sorry, didn’t I?”

“You can never be late again,” Steven says.

“Aye-aye, sir,” Mark says.