Life on the Mississippi43. The Art of InhumationABOUT the same time, I encountered a man in the street, whom I had not seen for six or seven years; and something like this talk followed. I said -- "But you used to look sad and oldish; you don't now. Where did you get all this youth and bubbling cheerfulness? Give me the address." He chuckled blithely, took off his shining tile, pointed to a notched pink circlet of paper pasted into its crown, with something lettered on it, and went on chuckling while I read, "J. B----, UNDERTAKER." Then he clapped his hat on, gave it an irreverent tilt to leeward, and cried out -- "That's what's the matter! It used to be rough times with me when you knew me -- insurance-agency business, you know; mighty irregular. Big fire, all right -- brisk trade for ten days while people scared; after that, dull policy-business till next fire. Town like this don't have fires often enough -- a fellow strikes so many dull weeks in a row that he gets discouraged. But you bet you, this is the business! People don't wait for examples to die. No, sir, they drop off right along -- there ain't any dull spots in the undertaker line. I just started in with two or three little old coffins and a hired hearse, and now look at the thing! I've worked up a business here that would satisfy any man, don't care who he is. Five years ago, lodged in an attic; live in a swell house now, with a mansard roof, and all the modern inconveniences." "Does a coffin pay so well. Is there much profit on a coffin?" "Go-way! How you talk!" Then, with a confidential wink, a dropping of the voice, and an impressive laying of his hand on my arm; "Look here; there's one thing in this world which isn't ever cheap. That's a coffin. There's one thing in this world which a person don't ever try to jew you down on. That's a coffin. There's one thing in this world which a person don't say -- 'I'll look around a little, and if I find I can't do better I'll come back and take it.' That's a coffin. There's one thing in this world which a person won't take in pine if he can go walnut; and won't take in walnut if he can go mahogany; and won't take in mahogany if he can go an iron casket with silver door-plate and bronze handles. That's a coffin. And there's one thing in this world which you don't have to worry around after a person to get him to pay for. And that's a coffin. Undertaking? -- Why it's the dead-surest business in Christendom, and the nobbiest. |