Written-in-play-script-format Stories

For Bree, life is controlled by her fear of death. For Eight Ball, his new job working for his father at Henderson's Morgue has taken over everything he knows. *This is pretty much my version of how the Fault in Our Stars should have ended **Based on a prompt a friend gave me for a story of "Henderson's Morgue, you stab 'em, we slab 'em. This is Eight Ball speaking". This prompt was something to say to every wrong number that calls your phone, and I thought it would make a good story