Another dream

Last night a dreamt that HBO was selling off props from their show Six Feet Under. As a fan of the show, I was interested in looking, so I drove to the football field off of I-15 where they had rows and rows of caskets set up. There were fully costumed extras milling about for ambience: women with big hats and veiled faces, men in their Sunday black suits. There were hundreds of caskets which had been used on the show, either for set dressing, or otherwise. There were the usual black shiny ones, some plain wooden ones, and a plethora of tacky ones: one in ceramic with a Mickey and Minnie Mouse eternally at rest in a four-poster bed, one in resin with all the words to the song “The Clarinet, the clarinet plays doo-wah….The horn, the horn, it sounds so forlorn….” (ALL the instruments were listed) on the cover, and also one with a lovely Alpine chalet on the top. I found them to be rather tasteless, so I moved on to the set, where they were actually renting out rooms in the building that had once been the Fisher & Sons Funeral Home, where I saw a to-be-deleted scene being shot with Nate and David and some killer bees. I went with my real estate agent into one of the “rooms,” which were actually bare lumber backs of the sets, with unused set decoration, including one room with a horse halter and nametag from RiverWoods Pet Hospital on the windowsill. I looked out the window onto the back of an old warehouse-looking building, where Nate and David were throwing rocks at the top, knocking off bricks and ivy.