Death Convenience Store

I opened a 24-hour convenience store next to the largest funeral parlor in the city, but I only accepted family members of the deceased and abided by three iron rules: I didn't ask about the cause of death, I didn't sell red goods, and I didn't give change after midnight. Until a gentle and gentle gentleman bought a pack of sanitary napkins and asked softly: "The fourth rule - 'No living orders', when are you going to make an exception for me?" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.