This is a small piece of the script I'm writing. Feel free to comment

[littlegodpan]

This is a rough entry so disreguard format.

This is a scene where the Mortician is talking to the body of a dead girl.

Mortician is alone with his thoughts again.
His eyes avert to the floor. He mummbles a list of things in preparation for the new guest.
His tools lay out neatly on a tray near the embalming table.

MORTICIAN
How are you this evening?

MORTICIAN
Let's take a look at you.

MORTICIAN
It looks like you've smaked
your head pretty hard.

MORTICIAN
(Talks to himself)
Well the skull is still intacted.

MORTICIAN
You probably died from a blood clot, my dear.

MORTICIAN
Let's clean up that pretty face of yours.

MORTICIAN
There you go, wow you have bueatiful blue
eyes. I'm honored to spend this late evening
with you my fine lady.

(Bueatiful blue hypnotic eyes)
Mortician sings, imagening his work is a elaquent dance.

MORTICIAN
Dumm,dumm,dee,dee,dee,dee
Dumm,dumm,dee,dee,dee,dee.

He spins around the table with his hands in a dancing position and sways his hips.
He makes a single cut down her abdomen and removes her organs.
He continues to sing to himself while he works. (Scent of vanilla is in the air.)
He's almost finished.
He carefully and skillfully begins to sew her up.

MORTICIAN
There you go, my dear, an elegant zipper
for an elegant lady.

He runs his fingers down the stiches of her abdomen, between her pale breasts.

MORTICIAN
All finished my dear.

-PAN-