He has to be out there, caught in the seaweed at the bottom of Chesapeake Bay, with the fish and crabs having a party, getting as bloated as the fat Wassermann twin lying on the slab at the Norfolk morgue.
Dean wanted to explain it was far more of a shock seeing a bloated Billie or Willie Wassermann with a head looking like a bleached basketball, but simply nodded instead.
We're picking up information in Maryland and we tagged where the family did in the Wassermann boys.
He rose and, taking the arm of the attendant, steered the young man out to the slab where Wassermann was unaware of the turmoil he'd created.
The word is someone did in Wassermann over on the Eastern Shore and the tide carried him out in the middle of the Chesapeake.
I saw your buddy Billie Wassermann Friday night, Dean said.
While Dean was tactful enough not to mention it, it had, however, taken two weeks for Billie Wassermann to come home to port.
At least somebody else would get the distasteful task of telling a wailing Mrs. Wassermann one of her bouncing baby boys was stretched out on a marble slab in Norfolk, Virginia.
Willie Wassermann had popped up, so to speak, on Thursday morning, so Dean was 65 dollars richer from the office pool.
Ida Wassermann was the mother of the Wassermann twins, a pair of 30-year-old misfits whose I.Q.'s didn't equal their waist sizes.