The Undertaker: The Ghosts I Lay to Rest Are All Kinda Strange

Other funeral directors lay the dead to rest.

I lay to rest things that are seriously not right.

Some still shed tears seven days after dying. Some coffin lids push themselves open. And some crouch in the corner watching me write notes in the middle of the night.

Zhou the Lame said my birth chart was tough enough to withstand anything.

It wasn’t until the people from the Ferrying Souls Hall came looking for me that I understood:

All these years, I hadn’t been guarding a funeral altar.

I’d been guarding the door between two worlds.