Article: 178995 of talk.bizarre Newsgroups: talk.bizarre From: grendel@canetoad.uucp (Tremble y Tense) Subject: Dead Dick's Eyes Organization: The Emerald City Date: Sat, 3 Dec 1994 00:44:17 GMT Message-ID: <1994Dec3.004417.3346@canetoad.uucp> Lines: 98 Status: O It was the first time I had worked grave duty and I had not known what to expect. It turned out it wasn't hard work and Larry was good company. We stood by the freshly dug graves and looked into the surrounding mist that obscured the dawn and filled the valley. "What's that sound?" Larry stopped smoking a moment to answer me. "Dick." I scratched my neck and asked, "Really? How ya figure?" He smoked some more before answering me. "They're very good." I switched my weight to my other foot and thought about that for a moment. After a while I chuckled around my cigarette. "Nobody is that good." Larry took one last long drag on his cigarette and tossed it into the grave. "Come on." We began to take a leisurely walk into the mist. We're in no hurry. As we walked toward the tree line, the executed that hung from the trees could be seen more clearly. I stopped about a few feet away and crossed my arms. We both stood there waiting. Finally, a strong gust of wind came and the bodies once again took up their strong melodic humming. I laughed for a full minute before I could speak again. "No fucking way." He smiled and pulled another cigarette from his overall pocket and motioned me toward the tree that Dick swung from. "Ya hear that? That G followed by a high E?" I closed my eyes and tried to isolate that particular sound and finally I heard the notes he spoke of. Nodding in agreement I took the cigarette from his lips and took a drag. He smiled and said, "That's Dick's head." "No shit?" "I saw them line it up. I swear the entire time Dick was kicking and screaming about how `He refused to die for music' and `I cling to the single sound of life' these guys...I mean, damn, they were pure professionals. It was awesome." Another strong wind blew through the valley and we stood there listening to the delightful dirge of death for a moment. "How many shots you think? Per body that is?" "Well, for Dick's head only took two shots." He motioned toward his own head with his index and his middle fingers, "One through each eye. I passed what was left of his cigarette back to him and stared up at Dick's swaying body. I have to admit I found it comforting that the most melodious sound that Dick had ever made was issued as the wind blew through the holes in his chest and abdomen. "Yes. That's swell. Even in death one can achieve ones greatest musical desires." Grendel Oops. I'm late. -- "With or without?" Mona