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    Story written on November 19, 2022 by Freckled.
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    ”That’s the day she got the keys to the funeral home.” Alex smiled, reminiscing on the memory. ”My great grandpa started this business. Then he gave it to his son, who died. Then it got passed on to his brother, who sold it. Then, my mom saved all her money and bought it back. She

    ”That’s the day she got the keys to the funeral home.” Alex smiled, reminiscing on the memory. ”My great grandpa started this business. Then he gave it to his son, who died. Then it got passed on to his brother, who sold it. Then, my mom saved all her money and bought it back. She wasn’t even a licensed funeral director when she bought it. She just wanted back what had once belonged to the family.”

    ”Wow.” Piper said in amazement.

    ”Yeah. Then she went back to school, got her license, and made this place what it is. Or…was, I guess.” Alex said sadly.

    ”I think it’s a great funeral home, Alex.” Piper said, setting her hand on Alex’s arm. She took it away once she realized what she was doing.

    ”Thanks, Piper.” Alex set the photo down. ”Diane really did have this place at it’s best. We were still running cremations then. Doing a thousand removals a year. We were fuckin’ busy man.”

    ”Why’d you guys stop all of that?” Piper asked.

    ”Other places popped up. Corporations that could do services and cremations for a lot cheaper. Places that could afford not to charge for certain things.” Alex shrugged. ”Then, mom died and when staff found out I’d be taking over all of them walked out. Except for Nicky and Tasha.”

    ”Why’d they walk out?” Piper pressed.

    ”I uh…haven’t always been this well put together person you see before you.” Alex shrugged, waving it away. Piper was dying to learn more. She had to bite her tongue in order not to ask a question that may have offended Alex.

    ”They at least stayed for the funeral though.” Alex chuckled, rolling her eyes. ”As soon as that was over they all left and never looked back. Nicky got her shit together and jumped in to help me thank god. Tasha was already a director by then. It’s just been us since.” Alex looked at Piper.

    ”What was up with you this morning? Overslept?” She asked, changing the subject.

    ”Well, actually, my fiance turned off my alarm because he’s mad that I don’t wanna be a 1950’s housewife.” Piper said, shaking her head.

    ”What?” Alex laughed.

    ”It’s not as simple as it sounds.” Piper laughed.

    ”What’s his issue with you working?” Alex asked, scrunching her eyebrows.

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