Heuer Lost And Found by A. B. Funkhauser

Short Excerpt:

Enid Krause nee Engler had made her way down to the embalming room where he lay

waiting for her. She paused on her way to dither over some emails and, he noted with approval,

to check out Kijiji for vintage GTO’s. Next, she mucked about with the coffee maker, juicing up

her brew with two bags of pre-packaged Columbian. This, he noted wryly, was not the wisest

thing to do when one’s hands were already shaky. It was apparent to him that she liked her booze

as much as he did, and if she were to play around with sharp things, she stood a good chance of

facing him sooner, rather than later.

“It is here that you must speak to her,” the lamp intruded, muddling his thoughts and

destroying his pleasure. He did not like this popping in and out at will inside his head. He hoped

her powers were limited to audiences in the basement, but not so—she was a body trapped in a

house she did not choose, yet her spirit travelled, permeating the mind at will. “If you want to

move on, it must be so. Put things right, mein Schön.”

He frowned at her use of ‘Schön.’ It was his term of endearment, yet she took it for her

own, as if her right to trample him escheated once he agreed to do her bidding.

Make amends. Sure. The Holy Moly Book of Hooey said so, but to which place would

he go thereafter? The land of milk and honey, where everyone ran around in bed sheets? Or the

other place, where no amount of sunscreen would help? “Neither,” the lamp said confidently, her

words ironic, because she was a lamp and obviously hadn’t been anywhere. “To your purpose,”

she said, twisting him in the direction of Enid, who muttered under her breath as she fumbled

with her earrings.

He grinned, longing to see what she would do next: Fraulein Engler was obviously

struggling over his dramatic return, and for good reason. They had not parted on the best of

terms. She wept sentimentally in the coroner’s suite—woman’s tears—much to her colleague’s

chagrin, and now she was dragging her feet like a shotgun bride. Walking alongside her, he

thought about theatres and floorboards and actors moving from mark to mark, their steps mapped

out strategically on the floor with sticky tape. “This is why people spend so much time and

money on make believe, Mächen,” he said. “It’s so much better to watch.”

Enid managed to get past the door that separated the O.R. from Weibigand’s outer hall,

where she was greeted by the buzz and hum of a big fan that would keep his stink off of her.

He concentrated on the noisy traffic that was her brain: like car tires spinning, rubber burning, a

lonely heart hammering, and an incomprehensible fear. He was in despicable shape and it would

take every ounce of skill to bring him to heel.

Heuer Lost And Found
Unapologetic Lives
Book 1
A. B. Funkhauser
Genre: Adult, Contemporary, Fiction,
Metaphysical, Paranormal, Dark Humor
Publisher: Solstice Publishing
Date of Publication:  April 23, 2015
Number of pages:  237
Word Count:  66,235
Formats available:  Electronic, Paper Back
Cover Artist: Michelle Crocker
Book Description:
Unrepentant cooze hound lawyer Jürgen Heuer dies suddenly and unexpectedly in his litter-strewn home. Undiscovered, he rages against god, Nazis, deep fryers and analogous women who disappoint him.
At last found, he is delivered to Weibigand Brothers Funeral Home, a ramshackle establishment peopled with above average eccentrics, including boozy Enid, a former girl friend with serious denial issues. With her help and the help of a wise cracking spirit guide, Heuer will try to move on to the next plane. But before he can do this, he must endure an inept embalming, feral whispers, and Enid’s flawed recollections of their murky past.
Is it really worth it?
About the Author:
A.B. Funkhauser is a funeral director, fiction writer and wildlife enthusiast living in Ontario, Canada. Like most funeral directors, she is governed by a strong sense of altruism fueled by the belief that life chooses us and we not it.
“Were it not for the calling, I would have just as likely remained an office assistant shuffling files around, and would have been happy doing so.”
Life had another plan. After a long day at the funeral home in the waning months of winter 2010, she looked down the long hall joining the director’s office to the back door leading three steps up and out into the parking lot. At that moment a thought occurred: What if a slightly life-challenged mortician tripped over her man shoes and landed squarely on her posterior, only to learn that someone she once knew and cared about had died, and that she was next on the staff roster to care for his remains?
Like funeral directing, the writing called, and four years and several drafts later, Heuer Lost and Found was born.
What’s a Heuer? Beyond a word rhyming with “lawyer,” Heuer the lawyer is a man conflicted. Complex, layered, and very dead, he counts on the ministrations of the funeral director to set him free. A labor of love and a quintessential muse, Heuer has gone on to inspire four other full length works and over a dozen short stories.
“To my husband John and my children Adam and Melina, I owe thanks for the encouragement, the support, and the belief that what I was doing was as important as anything I’ve tackled before at work or in art.”
Funkhauser is currently working on a new manuscript begun in November during NaNoWriMo 2014.


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