Word: morticianed
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...failed." Sterling Jackson, who had been hoping to discover reasons to support Carter, found none. His view: neither candidate clarified anything, but "I think I would vote for Ford now." Both Jacksons felt that Ford came off better on appearance; Carter struck Sally as having "the smile of a mortician." Ford, in addition, "countered most of the questions with poise and facts." She will vote for the President...
...effort to stem the legal assault of the Cemetery Board and the funeral directors, Neptune's board of directors recently acquired a full-time mortician, an embalmer and a broker. But Telophase refuses to bend, and has boldly filed a countercomplaint against the Cemetery Board, charging excessive harassment. Says Neptune's Denning: "Telophase is a real maverick. We applaud them in their fight...
This is what suceeds in the big city, at least for a time, according to Donleavy. Fresh off the boat from the continent, his wife having died on the voyage, Christian lands a job with the mortician who buries her. The mortician is impressed by Christian's good looks. On one of his first assignments for the funeral parlor, Christian is willingly seduced by Fanny Sourpuss, the young widow of an old multimillionaire garment manufacturer. Sued by the widow of a rich corpse that Christian has butchered in the embalming, he wins the suit by charming judge and jury. Women...
Bond is on the trail of that arch-meanie, Ernst Stavros Blofeld (Charles Gray), and a ring of high-placed diamond smugglers who operate in Las Vegas. Somehow mixed up in all this are an eccentric millionaire recluse (hello there, Howard Hughes), a wizened stand-up comic, a crooked mortician, a couple of campy killers named Wint and Kidd, and two bikinied bodyguards who call themselves Bambi and Thumper. They strike a gymnastic blow for Women's Lib by effortlessly bouncing Bond, the sexist pig, off the four walls of a luxurious desert hideaway...
Released by this mystical perception from the ordeal of playing out his role as the last New Englander, Bronson went to Japan, and was killed in a highspeed train crash. Even more devastating, his works and life fall into the hands of a professor-critic-and intellectual mortician-named Muldoon. A pugnacious Boston Irishman, Muldoon does a reckless reconstruct job on Bronson's Yankee soul-a rambling self-parody of scholarship which forms the loose frame of the novel. Understand Bronson, and you will understand America-"our present and our future." This is mad Muldoon's thesis...