Twinkle, Twinkle

I’m a mortician’s kid. I grew up around dead bodies, playing hide-and-seek in a funeral home. I had chores in the home, too, such as vacuum the viewing rooms. One night, while vacuuming, something seemed to twinkle in the casket. I went to see what it was and it was the woman’s eyes. They were open. I freaked. I called for my mom, who came running. She also freaked. We called my dad and he was just like, “Oh, she didn’t have eyelids.” Thanks for telling us, dad. I never did the vacuuming alone again.

-Michelle, as told to ts

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