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A hearse pulls up to the Soames Funeral Home and delivers a body to the owner from a senior citizens home. The deliverymen admit that they’re running a day behind, and offer owner Jared Soames all of the papers to sign. Soames asks for the name, but the deliverymen have no idea what it is. According to the papers, it’s Simon Cottner. Soames asks them to bring the body into one of the viewing rooms. He asks them if flowers and a minister have been chosen, and the deliverymen say it’s a charity burial paid by the county. Soames wonders if there’ll be mourners, and the deliveryman explains that the dead man had no friends and no relatives. Soames insists that a man’s death should be everyone’s business, but the driver says all the county provides is a wooden marker and $100 for services. After the deliverymen go, Soames congratulates the corpse for living 81 years and admits he deserves more than a $100 funeral. He assures him that he will have much more...
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Host: We generally cry at funerals out of a sense of loss. A poor, unfortunate loved one who will no longer walk the earth. He or she will simply occupy six feet of it, never to be seen or heard from again. Or at least we make an assumption, that's natural law, and we subscribe to it. But this painting here, and we admit this upfront, breaks that law. it's called A Death in the Family. It offers up a new view of death, and it introduces you to quite a family, who live here in the Night Gallery.
Jared Soames: This is my family. My wife, my two children, my mother, brother, and this is my father. Just arrived tonight. We were having a welcome-home party for him. Don't be frightened. No one will hurt you. Down here is only love and peace.
Doran: But they're dead.
Jared Soames: Dead? Why? Because they don't struggle like the living? Because they don't compete, they don't hate, because they know nothing of greed, intolerance, prejudice? Out there is the graveyard, up there the slaughterhouse where they kill and bury dreams. A whole world full of lonely pallbearers. Down here in this room, my son, is a family.