Wearing patched overalls, Jake and Cuss, stand leaning on shovels. A small pile of lumber lies to one side; a corpse -blood-red scarf around his neck – on the other side.
CUSS: Now we got to bury ole Clem: build a box, dig a hole, say some words.
They start fussing with the wood. The biggest piece is less than three feet long.
JAKE: Here’s a problem. He’s not gonna fit in here nohow.
CUSS: We could bend him over.
They bend over and pull on corpse. They bend him every way possible, but he flops back to a sprawl.
JAKE: Hell, that ain’t gonna work – he just won’t stay bent.
They lean over the corpse. Jake scratches head – Cuss holds his chin.
CUSS: Well, looks to me like once we put Clem in the hole, the box won’t matter none.
They begin to dig. Soon they are out of breath.
JAKE: Shoot – it’s gonna take all day and I don’t want to hang around ole Clem come nightfall.
Pulls out a whisky bottle, holds it up, takes a drink. Hands the bottle to Jake who drinks.
CUSS: Alright, let’s call it a night and take another look-see in the morning.
JAKE: (turns to the corpse) Well, Clem, I’m right sorry. About that hole in your neck, a course, and leaving you out here, too.
Looks back to Jake, both nod. Dark.
Scene 2: same place the next day
The corpse is gone. Jake and Cuss enter with shovel and pick. They look back and forth – hands raised in surprise
CUSS: Dang! He ain’t here, Jake!
They look around, then circle the stage. They stop, look each other in the eye and mutter. Cuss pulls out a bottle and takes a big drink. Clem walks in – the diggers step back in shock.
CUSS: A ghost – it’s Clem’s ghost! Clem – are you a ghost?
CLEM: I ain’t dead, just passed out – I lost a lot of blood, boys.
CUSS: (wipes bottle on sleeve and hands it to Clem) Take a swig of this – it’ll help – just take care it don’t spill outta that hole in yer neck.