Last weekend I visited my friend at her job in the mortuary and she took me on a tour of the place. Eventually she asked me if I wanted to see where the bodies were and I said hell yeah!
The building itself was pretty damn awesome. Built in the 20s or 30s, it had a lot of history behind it. It's even more amazing that this building was right in the middle of the hood.
Anyway, we go to the basement and she opened the door to the embalming room and that's where I saw the bodies. I immediately felt a sense of mortality, staring at these cold, lifeless husks of empty flesh. No matter who you are, how you grew up, or how rich or poor you become, we all end up on some cold metal slab waiting to be pumped full of chemicals and put in the ground or burned into ash. Quite a humbling experience to say the least.
Then I got mad at myself for leaving my poking stick in the car.
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