I have lived here all my life, and know everyone who played thursday night poker. Ask to fill in for my uncle last night and heard a story that has shaken me pretty hard.

The man who sold the funeral home ran it when his family died and worked there since he was a kid. By his teens he helped pick up the bodies and do the work on them. His dad had divorced his mom so he did the work with the help of an older man. His wife managed the home. End of the evening the game was about over, we all had a bit to drink when I ask, Did you ever see one of those well built woman and get turned on by it? this was his reply:

He was called to pick up a woman who had died in her home. She was still warm when he got there, in a body bag and loaded in the van. hauled back to the home where she was placed on the table. When the man left He got a good look at her. He knew her and had lusted for her for years. She was the one always dressed well and blessed with a great face and body. he got turned on looking at her, so he pulled her body to the end of the table, put her legs on his shoulders and went to her (as he called it). He finished, covered her up and went up stairs and had a drink. Thought about her laying there and went back again. Put her legs on props and got on top of her, he went in her several times. He washed her up and out, pushed her in the cooler.

Went up stairs and had a few more drinks. He said he slept well that night. He woke up with good memories of how he had been with the best looking woman in town.

I ask was she the only one?: NO, I had fun with a lot of them. some were virgins, but were not buried virgins. he did not think it would matter. They had no idea what was happening, "Hell they were dead!" One girl he thought was so pretty had died from a problem in her brain, He got in the basement and once the helper left he got right to her. he was preparing for that while his helper was getting his things together. The second he went out the door he spread her legs and got right in her. He was in the middle of his first one when the door opened, it was his helper, and he looked over " don't worry about me, I did not see a thing". he said that he never mentioned that to him nor did he ever hear that around town.

I was a bit bothered when he told me this, I know he buried my grand mother and she was a pretty woman, but I did not ask. I ask if he worried about telling this, and he said what will they do? put me in jail, I don't think so. There is no proof. Those woman are dead and buried, and everything was washed out good.