Neil Hudson (neilhudson) wrote,
Neil Hudson
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Somebody rang me at the shop to say that they’d left something important in a donation. This happens from time to time and my heart always sinks, because it’s invariably a stained and moth-eaten rag that’s already on its way to the tip. They wouldn’t say what it was though, so I had to let them come back and sort through it all.

It slowly became apparent that grandma was being embalmed, and they’d forgotten to keep a change of clothes. So I had to watch as they chose an outfit for a corpse.

It’s a rum old job sometimes.
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