A pensive look crosses the Mortician's face. Six decades of existence have given David quite the perspective on the holiday. “Like most holidays it's been buried by ambitious ad men but this one has the added hogwash of faux patriotism. There's fireworks and grilled meats, of course, but the motions have been done for so long, that I doubt how many really appreciate what the holiday is about. Instead, the irresponsible end up in the hospital because a poorly made firework blew up in their hands.”
Thin lips form a frown as David adds, “And the truly irresponsible end up on my tables, being embalmed, because they insisted on driving while intoxicated.”
“Whichever title you are most comfortable with, though, I think David is fine,” answers the Shadow. “I am different things to different people but, I think most people in the domain default to Priscus Regan.” The word strange on the tongue, “Which is fine, I suppose, I'm not a stickler.”