“What is that?” I asked my friend.
He was holding a white object in his hand and was about to plug it into the wall. From far away it looked like one of those automatic air fresheners, but it wasn’t.

It was a hot Friday afternoon. I sat on the bench outside my building. Friday is usually the day the new shipment of coffins arrives and I would’ve had to be there, but today Jerry was replacing me at the funeral home. I had just begun working there and it was my first day off in a whole month.