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was toasted by Dad at least three times and he told everyone how proud he was of his daughter and how she was a credit to the family, which made me go red and hot and wish I was anywhere but there.

But it was a good feeling, no doubt about it. I felt that I had really achieved something, perhaps for the first time in my life. I had a job that I liked and that was important. Before I’d started out a year ago, I’d never thought much about what went on in a mortuary, and I suppose most of my ideas were based on what I’d seen in films. I didn’t know how much care and pride there is in a mortuary – quite as much as there is on the wards – and how necessary it all is. I thought also that I was a better person because I saw almost on a daily basis the best and the worst of what human beings can do and can be like. People like Clive, Graham, Ed, Peter and me work away doing things that most people don’t know about and don’t want to know about but, if we weren’t there, the rest of society would soon notice.

Yes, I thought. It’s not altogether a bad life down with the dead men.

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