Child Caskets

The sticker twisted in the wind. That was until Belinda Jorgensen opened the window and snatched it off of the window.

“Just put it with the rest of them,” Midland Mollick commanded. Belinda stuck the sticker in a bin in the vehicle adjacent to the center console.

“We can do this. Trust me. We don’t have to be stooges out here,” she said.

“That's about as funny as child caskets,” then his face lit up. Hers did, too.

“Goddamnit, we can design houses in the style of a child casket!” Mollick exclaimed.

Just as quickly as she had brightened, her face turned dour.

“You’re serious?”

“As a child’s funeral.”

“Would you quit? You’re freaking me out.”

“Just listen. We can make giant caskets as homes but they’ll be in the style of coffins made for kids.”

“Jesus, Mid. You’re getting really dark here. We can’t be out here making houses that look like that. Could you imagine the first one in a neighborhood? Or even a whole neighborhood full of them? We would have our engineer cards burned and our own houses torched to the ground.”

“You’re not seeing the vision. Just imagine when people die…they’ll be able to stick them in a section of the house. They’ll be temperature controlled and able to be viewed with a video of their life achievements. Don’t get out!”

“As long as you keep talking like that there’s a real possibility that I will get out of this car while it’s moving. I may smash my face but I’ll be better off than to listen to your bullshit.”

“How is it bullshit? This is a potentially billion-dollar industry. We can start in Delaware and branch out across the Easten seaboard. That’ll be our start. This will revolutionize the whole industry.”

Belinda shot a glance of confusion mixed with a slight bit of wonder.

“You’re not shitting me?”

“No. I’m goddamn serious. I mean we could make some serious bank with this idea.”

“I want this to be something that flies,” Belinda said, partially bewildered.

“It will. All we have to do is get in line with some architects after we set the groundwork for these homes. They’ll be living and dying spaces. Just imagine how comfy the interior of caskets are and the rigidity of the outside. We can construct these homes and they’ll hold generations. People won’t have to go to cemeteries. They will have their loved one under the same roof.”

“Yes, this seems to be as macabre as a chi—”

“That’s right. We’re going to shock some and scare others. We, however, will overcome any barriers by pushing for more to be built. People will be able to customize and design their own casket cribs. Jesus, I think we have a LLC…Casket Cribs.”

“You’re crazy,” Belinda sucked her teeth.

“I’m crazy good. This idea will take us into the stratosphere. Everything will be set in place. We’ll take our time and hurry up like all things great. We’ll rush to get it done and continue.”

“Okay, but the backlash by media outlets. Imagine all of the news agencies who will deplore such an endeavor. We can build a jet all we want but it means nothing if it never gets off the ground.”

“This is a rocket. This is a spaceship that will not only fly but leave the bounds of earth. Once we secure the proper roles we will have the opportunity to succeed.”

The whole time, he looked at her and ran into a car with a Baby on Board sticker. They were thrown against the dashboard and perished from head injuries. The father in the opposite car stepped to see if his infant was okay. The baby bawled with an intensity that could have shook the world. the wreckage and wondered just what these two professionals were up to prior to the driver ramming into his vehicle.