[Absolutely not a cool article + painful depression + first person + absurd reality + crazy plot + no normal person in the family]
With the expansion of the population base and the turning of reality, the funeral parlor industry is far more prosperous than before. My family has been specializing in funerals since my father, as the saying goes, "white things".
Unfortunately, under the wave of national branding, the funeral industry has also seen a wave of acquisitions. In addition, my father passed away in a car accident. Our family-run funeral home has to struggle to survive in the face of the giants and various realities.
What we are engaged in is the business of death. We are used to seeing life and death. It is difficult for dead people to live again. But living people must live well, not for anything else, just for the word "living".
