til death do us...meet?
Abi looked over the poster in her hand one last time before taping it up next to the door that lead into the morgue. Her boss wasn’t crazy about her advertising her unauthorized grief counseling there, especially since the image she chose strongly hinted that she could also communicate with the dead. She felt that her lengthy research on the matter and her attendance of several seances when she was living in LA qualified on her enough on the matter to start trying to make some money off of it.
She finished smoothing out the paper on the window before stepping back to observe her work, turning her head and squinting at the person she heard approaching from the sidewalk. “Lost anyone recently?” she asked boldly, not realizing how insensitive that question might come across.