I helped my dad paint a morgue today. More specificly, a crematorium. Which is a rather strange experience. Not the actual painting, but the painting preparation. We had to move all of the stuff out, which was all right. Although they did have a surprising amount of funnels. I have no desire to know just what all those funnels are used for. Come to think of it, there were lots of strange looking pokey-proddy-burnedy tools there.

Then there was the dust. It was basically everywhere. Walls, floor, ceiling. Furnaces. The only way for a place to naturally obtain that amount of dust is for it to remain uninhabited (if thats a word) for long, long time. And I know that place is not, in fact, uninhabited (again). So you can figure what the dust is. It was kinda gross having to sweep the walls and having all the dust come down around you . . . I believe I may have inhaled about 100 different people today.

But I'm getting paid, so it's no problem ingesting a couple generations of people.

And that's all I have to say about that.