A black-clad mortician strode up to greet them. "Hello, gentlemen. I'm Lawrence Jurnigan. Welcome to Autumn Leaves." They shook hands all around. Jim took him in as an overage jock who had made the transition to somber, conservative, wealthy, subdued ambassador of this industry. His fiftyish age fit exactly well for his position and this setting. His smiling face said it all: I'll take your money, but I won't take any nonsense.