Career Change

The mortician who painted our girl pretty was not a somber-suited officiant, but a hipster with big hair and an extensive portrait gallery of young women. His subjects—pale and transcendent with wavy tresses, shadowed angularity, and just enough exposed flesh to titillate—approach the next world with beguiling solemnity.

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