“Hey, Sal, here’s a hot one for ya!” hollered Roger as he slid the plastic tub down the line.
Sal glanced, shivered. “Creepers, I hate it when people do this. Sending cremains by the mail is just freaky! Glad I don’t have to touch the box. Hey, Roger, you know anything about this?”
“What? What do you mean? What kind of question is that?” Rogers eyes went wide and bloodshot.
“Hey, relax, man. Settle down. It was just a curious question!”
“Yeah, okay. Sorry.” Roger went back to sorting, an oddly twisted grin on his lips.