When I woke up that morning, I hadn’t expected to shave any corpses. Don’t get me wrong, I expected the corpses, just not the shaving. It was my first day as a crematory operator at Westwind Cremation Burial, a familyowned mortuary. (Or a familyowned funeralhome, depending on which side of the United States you live on. Mortuary, funeral home, potayto, potahto. Places for the dead.)
Except then those fucktards next door go and one up you by decorating the tree in the front yard, the one t
