She: Remember how you used to tell me to stop it and forget it and leave it alone? Well, now you’ve become that person too. So…welcome.
There were a few times (this year and last) that I have considered working in the…death industry?
To work in the business of the end of a person’s life. I don’t think its morbid, but you may think so.
The undertakers, casket services, cremation parlors (?). I imagine I wouldn’t have to be all fake smiley and happy all the time. Like the shop people who work in stores, encouraging you with big smiles and loud clear voices to buy, buy, buy. I wouldn’t have to be like the yoghurt girls, trying to act cutesy and friendly, “which topping?”. i would have no complaints from any of my customers, no need for any after-sales service. No follow-up action necessary. My customers wouldn’t be fussy.
Each job dead and done.
“The sad thing was in the knowing that all their nerve would get them nowhere in the world and that they were lost as all people in Brooklyn seem lost when the day is nearly over and even though the sun is still bright, it is thin and doesn’t give you warmth when it shines on you.”
– A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Betty Smith
not the feeling of dread and the withering of insides
to cause some physical hurt or
possibly just vanish
some who are only drunk for a year