The Funeral Home Night-Shift Worker Can Actually Understand the Dead’s Last Words

“On my thirty-seventh night shift, the female corpse in the refrigerated cabinet winked at me: ‘Don't touch the red cloth on the autopsy table, ’

I lifted it. Beneath the cloth was my date of death.

More frightening still, every dead person's final words contained a taboo the funeral home dared not speak of...

For example: never accept a corpse in a red dress; something in the cremator is breathing... And the deadliest thing of all

I discovered that I had appeared in the ‘final words of the dead’ three years ago.”