The last straw was when my boyfriend’s out of town family, a considerably large group, called to ask if they could crash at our place when they came to town for the wedding so they wouldn’t have to pay for a hotel. When he sputtered “But we plan to be at our place the night of the wedding, and it’s our wedding night!” they suggested that WE get a hotel room so we can be more accommodating to our guests. This message was completely unexpected and practically knocked me off my feet. It was really spooky and absolutely chilling. It was almost as if something supernatural had been coiled up inside her and the crazy creature reared it’s head and screamed from her mouth. The prep/embalming room was kept cooler than the rest of the building because, well, it helped to preserve the bodies longer and keep the smells down, although there was a unique smell to both the bodies and the preservatives that’s hard to describe once you’ve smelled it you’ll never forget it.
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