It’s a warm, sunny afternoon, not the bleak, rainy, cold afternoon that would typify a funeral. It’s southern California, after all. Talent Morrow sits behind the wheel of a hearse that he is employed to drive. “Hey, Josie,” he says into his new iPhone. “Whatcha doin’ right now?”
“Nothing much. Remember, I’m off today,” Josiah Dixon replies.
“I know, Josie. That’s why I’m calling.”
“Where are you?” His boyfriend asks.
“In a funeral procession, taking the body of this eccentric ol