The business of eating the dead has been divided into upper three branches and lower three branches since ancient times.
Going to the third door is the honor that is on the surface: practicing Feng Shui, saving the souls of the dead, and running a longevity shop. The next three gates are filled with more fireworks and bitterness: making paper people and horses, playing music to convey the souls, and our profession - carrying coffins to funerals. To put it more bluntly, those who read Feng Shui, chant sutras, and sell coffins earn the glamorous share of the dead person's money. Those who don't get much attention are those who make paper, play the suona and cry in mourning, and those of us who carry the coffin on our shoulders. My name is Chen Mo, nicknamed Shuan Zhu, and I am a coffin bearer.
