World O' Coffins

If you fucking ask me what it's like to work with dead bodies all of the time, I'll shoot you. PS, the names Winston. Get it? Got it? Good.

[winstonhanway]

The day had been long, and Winston was ready for the day to be over. He’d just finished his last five minutes of paperwork, and packing his briefcase. Time for home. As he exited the funeral home, and turned to lock the door, he felt someone bump into him from behind.

     He turned slowly, “Hello . . . can I help you?”