To anyone who doesn’t know, I work as a Removal Technician Manager for a funeral home.
Yes. I move dead people.
To be open, I don’t only move the dead. I respect them and handle them with grace and dignity, as all the dead deserve.
Poem
A source of warmth from cold hands
The sound of burning exists. Retorts cremating those claimed by Death. Memories and ash are all that will remain.
Heat creeps from doors which transform flesh to ash.
A warm welcome in the winter season.