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THE PLOT THICKENS
A man parks his nondescript SUV along a curve on a residential street and crosses the street. He is Delivery Guy. He walks up to the house and rings the doorbell. No one answers the door. Delivery Guy sticks a small piece of paper on the door, crosses the street, gets in his SUV, and drives away.
A woman and a man are inside the house. They are Kristi and Callaghan. They watch Delivery Guy leave from their living-room window. Callaghan opens the door to get the piece of paper stuck to the door.
Callaghan brings the piece of paper to Kristi. They see that it’s a pre-printed form note that looks like it came from a quirky gag gift post-it pad one can buy at a hip independent bookstore. The note is printed with: DELIVERY NOTICE! Important Time & Date Sensitive Material
Kristi sees her name hand-written on the note. The note does not feature the names of either the sending company or the shipping company. The note is printed with: Please call within 24 hours to reschedule your delivery
CUT TO FIVE DAYS LATER
Kristi calls the number on the note. A funeral home voice mail recording picks up.
We see Kristi’s face. Her expression is wondering what Time & Date Sensitive Material a funeral home would need to deliver to someone’s door.
We see her face remembering that she received in the mail an invitation to purchase a cemetery plot.
We see her face realizing that it’s the same funeral home.
CUT TO THREE HOURS LATER
Callaghan walks into the house.
KRISTI
They REALLY want to sell me a cemetery plot. But why does their note say Time & Date Sensitive? Do they know something I don’t? Am I on their list of people who are going to die, like, tomorrow?
CALLAGHAN
It’s time and date sensitive for them. They have to grab you first, and before you die.
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(Sorry, I don’t know how else to show that I’m done writing in screenplay mode)
So here’s the punchline: I finally got the funeral home person on the phone and found out that the delivery guy was trying to deliver the funeral home’s “complimentary gift.” The one they said they’d include with any promotional info I’d request. Remember how I filled out their form just to see what they’d send as a complimentary gift?
“Please share your name and address to receive your complimentary gift and any information you requested.”
I asked the guy, “What’s the complimentary gift you were trying to deliver?”
He said, “The complimentary gift is a brochure.”
Er, right.