Cici, a good ol' southern gal, is in a graveyard, about to dig up her husband as part of an elaborate insurance fraud. She is assisted by his best friend Slim, which name should really be spelled with an 'e' at the end of it. He sparks up a conversation about percentages, cuts, and fairness, slowing down the shoveling to make his point. Cici nervously comply, and when he finally opens the coffin we find out why. A Twisted tale that leaves Slim with a goddamn good story he gets to tell no-one. Ever.

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