The Morgue - Wednesday 7 PM
“Got any 8’s?” Doug asked, turning to the body next to him. He peeked over, looking at the late Mr. Martin’s cards and snatched two from his frozen hand. The morgue wasn’t very exciting as of the moment and with nothing to do Doug had decided to play Go Fish with cadavers. Texas hold ‘em obviously got a little old after a while. “Now, now Mrs. Mckee. No peeking.” He chided, waving a finger at a nearby body bag.