Funeral Home Ferry Notes

As night falls, the city falls silent, and my work has just begun. I am a night driver at a funeral home. I drive a hearse through the lights of thousands of houses to pick up and drop off the lives that have ended. I am used to seeing farewells in the world, and have heard countless strange rumors. The bizarre experiences that happened on the road late at night, including joys and sorrows, doubts, and many strange things that cannot be explained by common sense, are all hidden in this night journey with no return.