I'm just a mortician, or really, a mortician's assistant. I'm not paid to ask questions

about the dead bodies. I just pick them up and move them back to the morgue. It's not my place,

right? But humans make observations. That's just something you can't help. And I was beginning to pick up a pattern.

This lady was old, real old, and she lived in this big old house. I wish I could say it was up on a hill just to really cinch the look.

But everything around here is flat and open. It was just old.

She died alone, and there were no hints of foul play, so there was no real suspicion.

Sometimes, when you're an old hag living alone, you just die.

Nothing much to it.

It's not even particularly sad.

So I went in.

Not alone, uh, Christine was there with me, a fellow undertaker.

And we got to undertaking.

Just a big old house. Smelled like mildew, dark fine wood.

You get the gist.

So, when we found her, she was just lying there, you know, in her bed, old and dead.

And that's just the thing about it.

People usually die with this expression on their face.

Well, lack thereof, you know?

It's usually just neutral.

So that was what was so weird about it.

I mean, it's creepy in its own right.

But people just don't die smiling that often.

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