Confessions of an Anxious Mortician

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All Alone At The Funeral Home

Ok. So. My boss and my co-worker (my boss’s son) are in Michigan for a week. I’m all alone at the funeral home for a week. All.Alone.

Surprisingly, my anxiety is very low.

It’s either because of my meds, or because I actually have confidence in myself.


conĀ·fiĀ·dence: the feeling or belief that one can rely on someone or something; firm trust.


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