Sixth Pallbearer
You never know who it’s gonna hit next. Him and me was pallbearers together for Hen Jackson no more than a month ago, or say five weeks.
First Pallbearer
Well, a man is lucky if he goes off quick. If I had my way I wouldn’t want no better way.
Second Pallbearer
My brother John went thataway. He dropped like a stone, settin’ there at the supper table. They had to take his knife out of his hand.
Third Pallbearer
I had an uncle to do the same thing, but without the knife. He had what they call appleplexy. It runs in my family.
Fourth Pallbearer
They say it’s in his’n, too.