Resident Drunk

People in my line of work are regarded as a necessary evil, but most people don't want to step foot into the building. Most people don't understand why anyone would want to be a funeral director. I've met a few morticians who don't want to do their job. These people tend to be the resident drunks and practically every home has one.

I am this person. I hate dealing with the living aspect of my job. People come in at one of the most emotional times in their lives. I have never known how to handle this. I don't understand their grief and frankly it makes me uncomfortable. I know in theory you show compassion by doing your job professionally and doing it well. However, I can't do that when dealing with family.

Some of us are better suited to be a buffer between the family and the harsh realities of putrification and decomposition. The families want a clean and meaningful memory, and this I can give them. I will remove maggots out of eye sockets, deal with skin slippage, and turn the dead into a work of art with a smile on my face. But pass the whiskey if you put me in a room with the living.