As I was bent down just outside the room where the morticians work on the body soldering a copper heating pipe(my old job) I heard the morticians mumbling, then giggling, then laughing right out loud!
I never found out what or who they were laughing at, I'm not sure I would really want to know anymore.
A birth defect hidden under clothing for 80 years?
A very personal tatoo?
??????
Ripped underware?
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