My Taboo About Being an Undertaker

My name is Chen Du, I am twenty-five years old and I work as an undertaker on the night shift in a funeral parlor in this city. It's not because I love this job, it's because I owe a debt of 230,000 yuan. My mother borrowed money from relatives for surgery without any interest, but the favor is harder to repay than the interest. The night shift at the funeral home earns me an extra one thousand and two dollars a month, which is not a small amount for me. So I took it. On the day Lao Ge retired, he said something to me before leaving. He said, don't go to the morgue alone after midnight. I asked why, but he didn't answer. The way he looked at me was like the night my mother sent me off to work elsewhere. On my seventh day at this funeral home, I broke the rules for the first time. At 11:58 midnight, I was in the morgue room and saw a small piece of paper money stuck in the door of cabinet No. 7. Underneath the paper money was a silver chain, which was left behind by a family member who fainted from crying in the evening. I knelt down to pick it up, and the cabinet door opened silently behind me. Then I heard his voice. You don't hear it through your ears, you plant it directly into your brain. He said: Tomorrow, it's your turn. That night I learned that the real job of an undertaker in a funeral home is not to arrange the remains of the deceased. It is to fulfill their unfulfilled wishes. Here, they call this "emberment"! Every time a burial is completed, a burial mark will be left on my body. The more burial seals I have, the more I can see the truth of the soul world. But I am also getting further and further away from people.