4 things: a rose, urn of ashes, spatula, waffles
Event: Someone has died
Location: Shore of a lake
Characters: 2 brothers; SMITH and FLINT, in their 50’s, unmarried.
At rise: A lake shore. The brothers stand at the water’s edge in suits. It is uncomfortable. SMITH has the Covid hair, beard, and holds an urn.
FLINT: Like glass.
SMITH: Not a ripple.
FLINT: Mama always loved it when it was like this. Well, little bro, no time like the present.
SMITH: No, sir. [FLINT reaches in his pocket and pulls out a small child’s inflatable float. He blows it up.]
FLINT: Let’s see if it’s gonna fit first. [SMITH places urn in float.]
SMITH: Aw, look at that, Flint. Like it was made for Mama!
FLINT: I like the color. That rose pink she/
FLINT and SMITH: /absolutely loved.
SMITH: You got some string?
FLINT: Oh, yeah. Always. [Reaches in another pocket for string.]
SMITH: You can tie it right there. You got Daddy’s spatula?
FLINT: Aw, shit. That’s what I forgot.
FLINT: C’mon now, Smith, don’t do me like that, I can’t remember everything on top of grievin’!
SMITH: Where is it?
FLINT: Let me think. Oh. . . yep. Breakfast. I was makin’ waffled you wanted an egg, and the only thing I could find to flip it with was the golden spatula.
SMITH: Now it’s my fault for wantin’ an egg.
FLINT: Look at us—we’re sending our Mama off and here we are a’ arguin’.
SMITH: She’d knock us both upside our heads. Well, c’mon, let’s send her off for a little float. Then we’ll head on to the cemetery. We can place the Golden Spatula on the grave.
FLINT: Between her and Daddy. I like that, brother. [Both men squat and as they go to give a little push, blackout.]
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