"I didn't think they was so hard-pushed for stiffs nowadays. Well, take your choice. A stiff more or less is nothing to me. We get hardened to 'em in this business."
Greg ordered Hickey to start his engine. "Run her into the road," he said, "and back her up to Charon's boat."
While Hickey was performing this evolution Greg and the crematory driver continued to converse amicably.
"Is the door locked?" asked Greg.
By way of answer the other threw the doors open. Two pine boxes of significant shape were revealed one above the other.
"Take your choice," said the driver.
"Did you read the labels before you loaded them in?" asked Greg. "I want the one marked Alfieri."
"Oh, the dago. He's on the bottom. He's the heaviest."
"Have a cigar," said Greg. "Have a couple."
"Much obliged, Jack. Certainly square of you. Wouldn't mind being stuck up any night if they was all like you. Life is slow in this neck of the woods."