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All right, episode 26.

This time around we'll be featuring a story from the esteemed and multi-talented Mr. Reggie Oliver, playwright, Thespian, biographer, and of course, creator of exquisitely haunting tales.

Nocturnal transmissions

is proud to present

Reggie Oliver's

Mr. Pigsney.

It was, I suppose, a typical gangster's funeral. There were the extravagantly insincere

floral tributes to reg a diamond geyser in white carnations.

There was my way, played by the reluctant organist.

There was the coffin borne by six burly black-coated thugs into a church which Reg would never have

entered in his lifetime, except to marry or to bury.

And why was I, houseman professor of classical epigraphy at Cambridge University there?

Well, my sister, in some unaccountable hour of rebellious madness, had once married the late Reg McCall's

younger brother, Den, and born him two sons,

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