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Homicide Housekeepers

You never really get used to it you know. The mess. Even under the best of circumstances, death is messy. Life…life is messier, though. Death is just an instant. A singular moment at which one thing slips away and another slips in. A sublime transformation from energy into matter.

And it’s that energy that gets us into trouble.

And me? I remove the remnants of the old. Restoring the blank page. I am the proverbial wiper of the slate. I am a calm, cleansing kindness that allows those who remain behind to begin the healing. But, most importantly, I am the final witness to the life that has passed on.

While my job can certainly at times require me to remain highly impersonal, there remains a certain degree of intimacy. And, of course, intimacy, at times, can be shockingly funny.

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