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“Joe, I thought you’d be a little happier to see me, for Heaven’s sake,” Sam exclaimed as he approached the bar. He was dressed in the gray suit he was buried in, naturally. Joe stumbled backwards and fell over his own feet, knocking over a half-full glass of beer. “Goddammit!” thundered a weary voice from the kitchen. Merle Early stomped through the partition and into his bar ready to take names. “Joe, for Christ’s sake, start drinkin’ your booze from a goddamn bucket if you’re gonna…” Merle’s tirade faded away once he laid eyes on Sam Taylor, who was now sitting at the middlemost stool at his bar. Sam dangled his feet from the barstool and spun it right to left and right again while Eddie shook his head and Joe covered his mouth with his open palm. “Hi Merle!” Sam bellowed. “Long time, no see, eh?” Merle’s eyes widened as big as half dollars and he promptly fainted. Eddie, Joe, and Sam crooned their heads over top of the bar to see Merle lying prostrate in the swaying kitchen doors which had now stopped swaying. Frank dashed behind the bar to see if Merle was alive or dead. Mr. Leonetti let out an abhorrent snore, his jowls shuffling in his slumber. The neon Budweiser clock hanging on the wall above the bathroom struck 11:00 pm. Sam shook his head. “I was only gonna ask ‘em for a drink,” he said. Joe’s hands darted to his abdomen and he bent over, babbling something in disbelief as he made a beeline for the bathroom. Sam made his way behind the bar and perused the many bottles of hard liquor that Merle had in stock. He quickly found an unopened bottle of scotch with a sticker that read 1969. “Ahh, that’s a damn good year,” Sam stated as he popped open the bottle, found a semi-clean glass and reached his hand into the ice bucket for a dozen or so cubes. He began to pour himself a tall drink as awful vomiting sounds echoed from the bathroom. “Awful muggy out there tonight, eh gents?” the deceased man observed. Eddie took the initiative to talk to Sam, his good friend whose coffin he had thrown a handful of dirt on six months before. 139