The Funeral Trade

I'm a funeral worker. I live on funeral offerings. When I was little, a fever burned out my right eye, but my dad said it was a divine eye granted by heaven...

Later, I never imagined I'd be mistaken for a corpse and buried alive!

As the saying goes: A veil of gauze separates two lives; buried in the earth, one rests without fear. Don't look back or yearn for a lover's tears. The funeral worker guides the way to the Yellow Springs!