A Proper Funeral Pyre, Not a Cure for Lovesickness

Ever since Qing Qing quit his job in the big city and returned to the countryside to take over his grandfather's cemetery, his job has been to visit the quiet morgue every night before bed and count the clients, just in case one day there might be one too many or one too few.

He always thought he could carry on living this way. It was simple and steady.

But one day, something very strange happened. The "Model Employee," who usually seemed kind but spoke harshly, suddenly felt like a stranger. The new coworker was the same. They didn't seem like normal people at all. Most surprising of all, even he, the only human outsourced employee in the place, had started wanting to leave this strange workplace. Even more bizarrely, when he came back, he brought along two things that didn't look human either...

Oh no...

There are more and more weird things in the house...

[PS: The protagonist is not a virgin, the writing is amateurish, and there are plenty of potential squicks. Please go easy on me. If you hit a sore spot, please click the X in the upper-right corner. I'm on my knees thanking you.]

Theme: Cherish the people around you.