A Case Of Having A Need To Know

He questioned them (a need to know) , about the prospect of below and whether it would cost too much to choose the common way, as such. He did not have much time he said and in the morning he was dead. A smile was seen to grace his face it showed his joy, this was a case of knowing what the trip would bring well in advance of his last fling. The manager had told him that it varied with the type of fat and body mass, as well as age his book told all, on the last page it stated clearly that the urn would have to hold it all; a burn could never get the stalky parts, the flames consumed such things as hearts and livers, anyway, all meat they'd perish wholly in the heat. This would, it seemed, take a good hour depending on the fire's power, to that you'd add the giant grinder which needed an attending minder, it crunched and pulverised all bones and (through its noise) drowned any moans. So all in all, the fellow learned what it would cost him to get burned as well as what it all entailed and whether they had ever failed due to a lack of gas supplies and had there been a bad surprise in all the years of operation, or was it simply speculation to presuppose that now and then, a child, or womanfolk and men were hardly ready for the journey as they were wheeled in on the gurney? 'Please rest assured', came the reply 'this place sees everybody die.'