The little black book
Able had entered the profession, a fit and lively young man, hoping he would be able to make moving on a little easier for the families of dead loved ones, make them look a bit more alive before their families said their final goodbyes. Using this as his motivation Able made his work his life, but his work was death. And slowly as his work became more of his life he became more of death until all that was left was a shell of a man looking for something to fill it, now gaunt appearance and the spark gone from his eyes. The rent did not help.
