About alcohol and string.

" Since i remember life was hard, being a kid, growing, and specially dying. Or rather the death of the ones we love the most. That was, is and will ever be the worst part of it, maybe that's the reason i became an embalmer. Making the loss easier that's all i seek. It was around 1963, when i was a young man (now it's called "teen") the first time death knocked my door. Literally i must say, because after the knock, when father Walter opened the small door at the back a beautiful young lady came in and said something about a car and a dog, a white small dog, just like mine.

  At that time i didn't understood why he didn't came back, Moises as i called my little puppy. Until one day father Walter came and told me what had happened, it was shocking for such a young kid to hear that, specially since father Walter was known for being very descriptive when talking. All i wanted was to see my puppy again, but all what was left was ashes. That day i decided my fate, to beat the death, i know it is not right to wish that. It is against god, but who is god to take us away.

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