needing edits!! (draft i of something i haven't decided on)

It always annoyed him when the foam spilt over the edges. He seldom drank coffee--always thought that his $3.50 could amount to something of much more significance. Henry never rushed anything. He could tell that his ambivalant expression, furrowed brow disclosed him the novice coffee drinker as he stood still in front of the widespreading menu. Don't you know what you want yet? He had heard that too many times. Picking up the fraying handle of his leather suitcase, he took his latte and left. He forgot why he had come for a coffee in the first place.

Henry shuffled into his chair while the funeral director entered Serenity Cemetary Services.
"Ingrid, there were three calls for the (need a name) family wake yesterday. They wanted to ask you urgent questions about the flower orders/location."
"Forward me the messages, will you Henry?" she replied with matched non-chalance, not even turning her head. Her heels clicked noisily past him as she went into the glass expanse that was her office. Was there a reason why peopel were in such a hurry on Monday mornings? It wasn't as though they'd be racing to arrive to the office. Busy, but just bodily, Henry thought. Ingrid, like so many others feigned a lively life by confusing it with an overstuffed schedule. So what about you Henry? Your snail-paced weekends aren't exactly any better. Henry turned the computer on and turned his thoughts to the names requesting full-casket viewings. Funeral services were something much more involved than most people think: viewing or visitation, getting the company name out to attorneys, embalming and dressing the body, graveside service, cremation urns, location to scatter ashes. Dying is expensive and complicated. Stress was a common reaction that funeral consumers betrayed often leading to uncertain/vague decisions if they did not have the attorney or family to keep their sanity in place. Stress among the bodies that rested, cold, embalmed--there is a reason why the eyes are closed.

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Henry found the ceremony of the dead rather morbid<: the image of filled pews reminded him of a wedding, or a baptism. It was only at monumental occasions did individuals have such a crowd to please. So it seemed then, only fitting to close off life with another assembly? Henry wondered if the same invitation list was reused from the wedding.


i also modelled a section from a short story by Stephen Fiucan, and i'm going to post that also (gotta run to work now!). i intend to definitely use that section, whereas the one i just posted above i'm really wanting to completely renovate.

and i'm curious as to find out your thoughts on Henry as a character. i know that i only posted a part of my draft, and thus you only see one side of him here so far, but what is your reaction to who he is?