Could you work as a funeral director preparing a cadaver alone in the middle of the night in the basement..

I problem. There is no person. Just a bag of bones who’s family pays a ridiculous amount of money to a makeup artist so people who have not cared about them, visited them or called them can look at the soulless brainless hunk of flesh and bones, cry and wail uncontrollably before they go to the restaurant or house party and forget about the person the next day. Just throw my body in the garbage can. Im not there anymore