Death comes for us all. It is the sole equalizer. No one has escaped it so far, and yet for many, it is the most feared of unknowns.

Im more afraid of running into my mother in law at the supermarket but that's just me.

This is a series of hilarious, sobering, introspective, humiliating, and gross aspects of the funerary business. There were times when I was reading this, I needed a hug (I was at the car dealership so not the best time) and times I couldn't wait to tell the story over dinner ("The keys were in the hearse and her shirt said 'Got Formaldehyde!!' or come on, if that's not funny you MUST be dead inside....")

I came out of this feeling better as a person, comforted in knowing that when death actually comes for me...

...someone is going to tip my gurney into a busy street and dump my body two feet short of the truck at 2am during a snowstorm.

It's gonna be an absolute blast.