Today's Day 873: 5 Minute Freewrite: Wednesday - Prompt: words from 
Like most mortuaries this one was ominously silent with a resonating echo at any sound. Chris sat in the chair opposite the mortician as he flipped through his papers.
“You understand that we can only supply the services and you will need a vessel to retain the remains?”
“Yes, I have that already.” Chris said as he pulled the jar from his bag and set the clear glass, half gallon mason jar on the desk.
The mortician looked at the jar disapprovingly and said, “That is your vessel?”
“It’s all I have and can afford. Cremation costs wiped me out.” Chris responded beginning to feel indignant.
~End 5 Minutes~
The mortician picked up the jar and with a quick “I will return shortly,” he exited the office.
Chris sat and looked around at the walls of the office. Various letters and certificates hung framed on most every wall save the one directly behind the mortician’s desk. Instead of framed pictures or certificates there was the letters W. O. R. D. S. painted in a feathery type of script. Chris sat and stared at the apparent acronym, the letters rolling through his head as he tried to decipher what it meant.
“Would others really do same? We order random door samples? Wonder only reveals direct stupidity?” Chris’s thoughts roamed through the possibilities.
“What others remember doing something? Who only requires dead spirits? Damn this is hard.” Chris continued his attempt to figure out the acronym.
The mortician returned to the room after a nearly 10 minute absence. In his hands he held the mason jar now 3/4 full of ashes. “Here you are sir, your vessel and the remains.” He said as he handed the jar to Chris.
“Thank you.” Chris responded. “I am wondering, what does that stand for?” He asked pointing to the wall and the acronym.
“That sir is the mortuary’s motto that was coined by our founder, Sir Alamant in 1854. It stands for, We Only Recommend Dying Sometimes.”
“But you’re a mortuary, don’t you ONLY deal with dead people?” Chris asked incredulously.
“Yes sir but we can only RECOMMEND dying, it is not our place to prescribe.” The mortician returned flatly.
“That’s a fresh one. A prescription for death. Isn’t that what life is though?”
“You are correct sir.”
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