The Dead - Exquisite Corpses:
I WORK IN a funeral home in Seattle. At the end of my shift, the embalmed corpse in its open casket takes no notice of me when I turn out the lights in the "slumber room." The corpse does not slumber; it cannot fall asleep any more than it can decay or die. Its decay has been temporarily halted by chemical injection; its death is impossible because it has already died. Abandoned by death, brought scandalously near to life by the embalmer's art, it is as if the corpse cannot stay in one place, neither in life nor in death. It does not even stay here in its "home" for long. The dead are not always where you think they are.
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