A nebbish of a morgue attendant gets shunted back to the night shift where he is shackled with an obnoxious neophyte partner who dreams of the "one great idea" for success. His life takes a bizarre turn when a prostitute neighbour complains about the loss of her pimp. His partner, upon hearing the situation, suggests that they fill that opening themselves using the morgue at night as their brothel. Against his better judgement, he gets talked into the idea, only to find that it's more than his boss that has objections to this bit of entrepreneurship. Written by
Kenneth Chisholm <email@example.com>
Ever since two enterprising young men turned the City Morgue into a swinging business, people have been dying to get in.
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Bill says "this is my stop" and gets off the subway, while Chuck stays on. But the sign next to him says the train is the Times Square - Grand Central shuttle, which makes no intermediate stops. See more
What if you mix the mayonnaise in the can, WITH the tunafish? Or... hold it! Chuck! I got it! Take LIVE tuna fish, and FEED 'em mayonnaise! Oh this is great.
[speaks into tape recorder
Referenced in Psych: There Might Be Blood
Music and Lyrics by Burt Bacharach
, Carole Bayer Sager
, Marv Ross
Performed by Quarterflash
Produced by John Boylan See more