Wait Til You Clench A Bald Eagle Between Your Thighs
Funeral home anecdotes are heaven. Obscure, absurd, deeply honest heaven.
Funeral home anecdotes are heaven. Obscure, absurd, deeply honest heaven.
I was riding shotgun with a funeral director my first week on the job to pick up a body from a nursing home.
Any mom van you see cruising around town could be an incognito corpse chariot.
I worried I’d feel like Jonas from The Giver when I started funeral work.
Is it tacky to admit I’ve fantasized about what scenario would crack me?
When I think of starlight shining on earth years after the star itself has died in space, I wonder how many wishes are made on ghosts.