The mausoleum wasn’t nearly large enough for so many bodies, and death was extremely uncomfortable
for them all. There were only two crypts in the place altogether, and there was only one tomb. The tomb was given to the four old grandparents because they had been dead so long, and they were so tired. They were so tired, they never got out of it. Mr Blud-Bucket was the only ghoul in the family with a job. He worked in a nightmare factory, where he crouched all day long at a bench and screwed the little skull-caps back onto the heads of the children after their heads had been filled. But a children's head skull-cap screwer is never paid very much blood, and poor Mr Blud-Bucket, however hard he worked, and however fast he screwed on the skull-caps, was never able to earn the blood that so large a family needed. There wasn’t even blood to feed them all. They had to gnaw on their own fore-arms for breakfast, swallow their own tongues for lunch, and drink blood-broth for supper. Moondays were a bit better. They all looked forward to Moondays because then, although they had exactly the same, everyone was allowed a second helping.