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‘156 miles east of Los Angeles and below an outcrop called Cap Rock. By the time I met the trail the sun had risen and set three times.
Looking back it was surprisingly easy to achieve. The airport staff needed convincing that the family had changed their wishes for his body.
Surprisingly the cops didn’t stop the hearse even though we had no plates.
I used the remaining gas to douse his body. I left the hearse with the broken windows in the desert.
I made a promise and I intended to stick to it.’