The horrible thing about working in the death care industry is not the tone of the work being done. It’s not that people are dying left and right and you’re making a profit off of their demise, it’s simply the waiting period. There is one major time a year where it seems like no one is dying. This is the summer. I spent 2 months sitting in an office chair and being online due in large fact that no one was coming to see me at the store. I was waiting for people to die, quite literally. What was also interesting was that although I was being paid a small wage, I had the keys to the office and it was my job to open and close the place on weekends, as well as everyday I was on summer vacation. I think that I deserved a lot more than I was being given, and seeing the same company in a new building makes me question the sincerity of their reasons to let me go.

Selling caskets is hard. Selling caskets when you’re only 16 years old, that’s even harder. Driving a hearse and/or van with the vanity plates that say “Casket” is not so bad.

It was a lonely state of being, but I welcome it again if the opportunity rises.