I got mixed up with the wrong crowd when I was young, harassing girls and getting into fights. By my first year of middle school, I’d already been sent to a juvenile correctional facility.
When I got out, I was notorious around town. Nobody would even hire me to bus tables.
With nowhere else to turn, a relative got me a job at the funeral home everyone avoided.
From then on, I spent every day dealing with corpses. I saw the warmth and coldness of life and death, and learned how twisted human hearts could be.
Other people fear the dead, but I discovered that the most terrifying thing of all has never been ghosts. It’s the living.
