Fitting of my casket?

Due to the prompting of the vicar and the diocesan vocations director, I needed a cassock for my eventual departure to Conception in August. I was awoken Monday morning to the sound of phone vibrating in my desk ten feet away, and thinking that was odd because I thought it was on "ring." But anyway, I was surprised to see that Fr. Daren was calling, considering that he rarely called me, but it was often I that bothered him. He asked me if I could travel to Chicago that day. I told him I could be ready to go by noon, but he was under the impression that I was already in town. Upon discovering that I was not, he rescheduled the trip for the next day.