It's Valentine's day and I was busy painting my house with my parents when suddenly I have this bad urge to preserve a dead animal. I felt that I wanted to preserve dead things as if they were alive. Somewhat I thought what I asssumed was liking for fun was becoming somewhat a passion and I actually felt that the desire to help the dead was not just a thought formulated from bordeom and that I really was interested in doing so. To my surprise my parents were really supportive with the idea but the only problem was that dead was a serious job and already having a day job was a problem and I needed to find a way to work things out. I was serious about being a mortician and it was something that I wanted to do. I mean I would like to conduct my own parent's funeral and my mother had specifically given me instructions for her funeral.
I am not sure if I would manage to do what I want to do but if faith permits me I hope some day I would be able to be a mortician. It may affect my social life but its something I would like to do unless faith has something else planned for me
