Posted on 13/03/08
GRIM REAPING
The undertaker's son is kicking back on the front pew. Legs crossed, fingers laced behind his head, he's relishing a moment's reprieve from slinging bodies for his folks. Out back in the prep room, the mortician has one on the table and two waiting in bags. Upstairs, staff are poring over reams of paperwork--death certificates, obits, releases. Down here in the chapel, it's quiet. No teary speeches or heavy hearts scheduled for the rest of the day.
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