The Faint But Familiar Smell
"What made you apply for the job?"
"I like people," she said, and then wished she hadn't.
"It is a plus. We deal with people when they are at their lowest ebb. "
I know you do she thought as the faint but familiar smell of formaldehyde swept into the room.
Later that night a dark figure entered the cemetery. It knelt beside a well-kept grave. It gently placed three Lilies across the name. As the waning moon disappeared behind a cloud the dark figure whispered "I got the Undertakers job Dad."