This came as a surprise to many people, not least those who his wife asked around for dinner. Sharing a table with a man who could quite happily talk about the various corpses currently in his morgue all night was not everyone’s cup of tea. Deáth was aware he was, to put it politely, a little odd, but he saw no harm in this. In fact the number of bodies who came through his doors as victims of apparently normal people suggested to him that being run-of-the-mill was not all it was cracked up to be. Deáth was forty-two, married to a delightful Quaker called Mary who appreciated his work, if not perhaps his conversation. They had no children, but Deáth consoled Mary this was just as well considering the amount of small children who perished through accident, injury and illness and ended up in his morgue. Perhaps, in the scheme of things, it was best to be spared such possible sadness. He spent a lot of time in the morgue because there was always a lot to do. Not necessarily murders, in fact they were the tail-end of his trade.
What do You think about 04 - Carnival Of Criminals?
