Bud Turpin, as we learn after his death, was not just mean but also right surly. Nevertheless, as Reverend Hooker would advise, it’s best to remember the happier times. And acknowledge that part of the surliness might be due to his wife’s attitude, who for thirty-three years, offered up “Not so much as a warm handshake.” Except for that one time. In the backwoods of the Bible Belt, Bud’s kin do their best to provide a dignified departure to their patriarch. But their own problems mount to a degree that Bud’s son finally exclaims, “When I die, don’t tell nobody. Just bury me in the back yard and tell everybody I left.” Some things are just too weird to experience with a straight face.