He picked up a pencil and a measuring tape, proceeding to calmly note down the sizes of the dead client, gently picking up the decomposing human carcass. The mortician cussed, eyeing the bleeding stench that oozed out of the ears, stepping back to wipe his hands. Picking up the gloves, he snugly fitted it over his fingers, the accompaniment proving quite comfortable.
“Well then. There’s one thing left to do then, isn’t it?”