She imagined her perfect job, her calling in life, would be tending to the dead, preparing their bodies for the next world, cleansing lifeless skin, removed from the business of sinning, whether destined for the purifying fire or the reclaiming of the earth, she felt it was important to do the work with the right attitude, to honor and respect those who have gone before the rest of us into that long dark night; after all, her clients would be amenable to her wishes, no arguments about how to best present them, clay for her to mold as she interpreted the bones and silent nerves, a blessing to send them off into the next world.