“My aunt’s got his ashes in a ceramic vase. At her house in Baton Rouge. She tried to keep the business going—the undertaking business—but nobody much seemed to cotton to a lady undertaker.” “I doubt if that was it,” McVries said. “No?” “No. I think your uncle jinxed her.” “Jinx? How do you mean?” Baker was interested. “Well, you have to admit it wasn’t a very good advertisement for the business.” “What, dying?” “No,” McVries said. “Getting cremated.”
