Tales From The Morgue xx-xx-xx If You Cant Stand The

its humidity, and the air conditioning is on the fritz, and the repairmen as always slow to respond. This, perhaps the surroundings, make him squeamish, which is unfortunate. You see, in a morgue, things tend to spoil without adequate climate control.

Yes, that reminds me of a story about a man who had difficulty keeping his cool. The tale begins appropriately enough during a broadcast of a television with a report. Mr. Weatherman does the weatherman say today Will it be warm with skies of rain?

Will it be hot or cold? Good morning to you. I'm CJ Carlson with your weekday weather outlook and the news is quite good for most of the country today That cool front for receipt a few days ago from Canada is keeping things comfortable and nice and cool Looks like we'll continue on that path for at least another three days those of you

Excuse me I have a bit of cotton mouth, but those of you in the Midwest may want to look I I'm sorry, sorry folks. In the Midwest, we're looking at a upper level disturbance. Can we go to a commercial, please?

Go to a commercial. CJ, what's the problem? It's with a sumo wrestler down there. I know, I know, I'm burning up. Jim, I don't think I can go on and can get Stu to wrap up for me, please.

Do we need your implore PE cube? Betty, take a look at CJ. Okay. What's the matter, sweetheart? You're soaking wet. I'm on fire, Betty. Well, let me fill your forehead. Oh! Oh! What's the matter? What's the matter?

Oh, come on now, Betty. No, no, I'm serious. Your forehead felt like a hot-armed skillet. What? Look at my fingers. Oh, my God. Oh, God, I don't like this. No, no, no, calm down, honey.