Sepulchral Notices (or The Mystery of Edwyn Pugh)
Clement Wiffen sat at his desk, his trembling hands obscuring his face. ‘Which one was Edwyn Pugh?’ he groaned. ‘Are there any photographs?’ ‘Maybe family ones, sir,’ said Mr Darkin. ‘But we can hardly ask…’ ‘Damn it, why can’t funerals be more like weddings?’ Wiffen snapped, removing his hands and staring down at the page. […]
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