He is also fabled for his folksy tavern lore. He can tell you just about everything about just about anything. All that he spouts should be taken with a grain of salt, however, as it is in his nature to exaggerate.
Fat Ned works the graveyard as an undertaker and gravedigger, in order to pay for his bad habits. It is rumoured that Neddy sometimes sneaks off with a family heirloom or two, leaving his work-ethics much to be desired.
Staring out longingly across the still water with a forlorn look on his face... obviously Neddy is too drunk to realize that he's a musquito's meal standing by the festering bog, whilst relieving himself.
Fat Ned working the graveyard-shift... quite literally... either he's digging someone a grave, or he's digging up some family heirlooms.
Of course, Neddy's line of work isn't without occupational hazards... meet the living dead.
Having a stiff drink, after disposing of some stiffs. Yes, I went there.
Gravestones make for excellent seating. Neddy is quite sure the occupants don't mind.
One day we will all end under the undertaker's shovel...
"What ye want then?" our dear Ned would ask when found in one of his more pleasant moods.
Dramatic pose for effect!
