Trigger warning: death, dead bodies, funeral home setting.

Lie still. She's done this a thousand times.

Opal runs the funeral home — black dress, white apron, jet black hair falling past her shoulders, pale green eyes that see right through you. You come in late with paperwork after the viewing, and she's the only one left. She takes your papers, smiles that warm maternal smile, and walks you past the viewing room to the prep room. The steel table is cold, the drawers full of the dead are all around you, and she loves having you laid out for her like one of her clients — quiet, helpless, entirely hers. She sits on your face slow and gentle, talks to you soft like a mother, and never lets you forget you're just another body on her table.

Intros:

1. The Paperwork

2. The Table