town, death, rotting
The mortuary seemed to keep the town alive. Always stately and freshly painted. It looked like one of those plantation houses from Gone with the Wind. Like a place where lots of well-off men come on a Saturday afternoon to hold tall, cold glasses and toast tall, cold women in white. It even had a gazebo-type thing out in the middle of a lot of grass where a band ought to play something lively. Of course it wasn't that kind of place. The mortuary was a kind of mirage that way. But then, I didn't know anyone who would have looked quite right sitting in one of the high-backed wicker chairs on the porch, because the rest of the town was old and declining.
Bentley, Curtis Wade
"You Want to Know About This One Here? Where the Mormons Go,"
Inscape: Vol. 5:
3, Article 3.
Available at: https://scholarsarchive.byu.edu/inscape/vol5/iss3/3