"Remember This..."

This is me.
Who I am.
What I will be.
What I've done.
What I remember.
And what chooses to remember me.
I hide nothing.

Mortician Apprentice Extraordinaire

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I dealt with a lady and her boyfriend who came in because they wanted their stillborn baby cremated. The baby was still in the mother’s belly and they were “taking it out” the next day. I felt horrible for this woman; she had two weeks left in her pregnancy.

Then when the day came for me to pick up the stillborn I read the death certificate. (Stillborns DO get death certificates but they’re different than normal death certificates in many way. For instance the doctor or coroner will fill it out right there, meaning I don’t have to track doctors down, then coroners, then find out “correct” vital statistics, etc.) On her death certificate it had listed that the mother smoked “at least a pack and a half of cigarettes” every single day of her pregnancy.

Are you fucking kidding me?!