The Coffin Maker

The other day, Mike came home for a few minutes and told me he was going to take Pete with him and they were going over to see the Amish coffin maker....... I know that Pete has been getting himself into plenty of trouble lately, so this was a worrisome pronouncement. Off they went leaving Steve and I scatching our heads and wondering just how this was going to play out. They came home with the back doors of the van tied shut with string.....Oh, no, must be they bought something - what was I going to see when the doors opened? It was actually the custom baseboards for the rental house - since we made one bedroom into two, we had to trim both sides of the wall. Since we could not go down to the Home Depot to buy 150 year old trim from the lumberyard, we had to either find someone to make what we had or re-do the rest of those rooms. I knew Mike's friend had recommended someone to make it, but I did not know it was going to the coffin maker! He picked up the big parts that were ready and has to go back later for the smaller pieces. But ever since he was there, he has been talking about the great craftsmanship on the coffins and the extrememly reasonable prices. I told Mike not to waste our money, just put me in a pine box and dig a hole behind the retaining wall (we are still adding fill dirt to that area anyway!). He pointed out where this shop was to me last night on the way to Steve's band concert. I'm beginning to worry about the motives of a husband so fixated on coffins - maybe he's part Vampire, some nights he does come to bed awful late.....