sod it, the SMGO

Sitting across from Susan was Jack. Jack De-ath had plans to become self employed. He was setting up providing a low budget funeral service aimed at providing for those with fewer funds than the average bereaved. He had acquired a vehicle just last week. It was now with the paint sprayers, as it looked a little too garish for its new task. It was an ice cream van but once the yellow and pink iced creams, which were painted on all four sides, were covered it would become less obvious as to its last incarnation and the only thing that needed attention after that, was to disengage the existing problem of “pop goes the weasel” every time he slowed down. Oh, and there was a slight problem with the side window.