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That's a lot easier, and a lot faster,

than sewing the lips together.

These little gems hold the eyes shut.

Next, we raise the vessels.

Always remember:
Jugular is for draining...

and the carotid, for injecting.

One goes in...

and one comes out.

Sometimes they get clots. And sometimes

you have to cut into a few more places.

But our patient should be a piece of cake.

Came straight from the hospital. They were

probably thinning his blood to start with.

A trocar. Many see it

as the embalmer's sword.

And this is what you call cavity aspiration...

where we suck out all the goo,

and we replace it with more magic elixir.

That way our young friend

won't bloat up like a pig.

- Wait!

- What?

- Doesn't it...

- No, he's dead.

You get used to the smell.

All done.

That's it?

All you do is hose him down, dress him up,

and apply a little makeup.

Jan is gone for the day. Would you mind

giving the floor a quick mop?

And the front door locks behind you.

You didn't faint. That's always a good sign.

It's okay.

Don't worry.

- Jan?

- I'm polishing.

- She's beautiful.

- A real Madonna.

Not like today, all skin and bone.

In the '40s they were all Madonnas.

So womanly, so feminine.

Mr. Wallis calls them "patients."

Don't let him fool you.

He's weak, like everyone else.

All I hear is his dirty jokes.

He has no respect.

Mr. Wallis is a troubled man.

What do you mean?

He likes the boys.

I caught him once.

I asked him why.

He said, "What does it matter?

"It's all dead flesh.

They can't feel anything."

What do you think?

I think they can.

It was like diving into a lake:

Sudden cold, then silence.

Their bodies floated...

solemn and shimmering.

I watched their lives flow out...

who they were, what they had done.

My hands burned

like I was touching dry ice.

And all I could see...

was the light.

I looked right into it.

College. I learned everything I could...

the proper procedures,

techniques, and applications.

I was completely absorbed.

...and the fluid pressure from the body.

Be aware of the temperature...

The trocar.

Oh, God.

Cool!

Primary postmortem?

- Yup.

- Why?

I like the pictures.

Well, there's a newer edition out

in the bookstore.

Higher resolution photographs.

Are you a pathology student?

I've never seen you around before.

I work in a funeral home.

I'm studying embalming.

Really? You know that's really

the only way to know a corpse.

- Don't you think?

- I don't know.

Sure you do.

I mean, you see it all.

Don't you?

Where are you going?

Home.

I couldn't stop thinking

about what he'd said.

It was like he knew,

like he saw right through me.

Coffee, please.

Thank you.

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