Aug 18, 2021
10 min read
Death — Italian Style
Grabbing grief by the balls.
In a dazzle of moves the funeral director closed the program on his computer, fiddled with his fly and leapt to his feet. We hovered at the doorway, not quite believing what we had seen.
“Signore, ladies, good afternoon. Please, take a seat.”
I shot a glance at Judith. Yet rather than ricocheting out of the house of porn, we…
