Hello, hello, my fellow crestfallen's. This is Evan Gulak. I'm thrilled to tell you that we're

finally creating season two of Death by Dying. And we need your help to make it happen. Go to

deathby dying pod.com slash donate to contribute to our Indiegogo campaign and check out our

delightfully ominous perks like personalized thank you messages from the characters of Crestfall,

exclusive wallpapers, and a bonus episode script full of misadventures with the obituary writer himself.

Go to deathby dyingpod.com slash donate to help us make season two a reality.

Listener, beware.

If you haven't finished season one yet,

don't keep listening.

You've been warned.

Ha!

The funeral of Charlotte Dawson was perfect.

It was simple, subtle, and silent.

There was a rarefied stillness to the air.

There were walrus balloons tied to her casket.

The Wildman played a sublime rendition of concerto number 23 in C minor on a violin he had made out of a dead possum.

There was no wake.

There were no eulogies.

A chilled silence had befallen the crowd as a misty evening rain enveloped the crestfall

graveyard.

Heads hung low.

Eyes remained shut.

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