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He would call Saema’s parents at around 10:00 to let them know that she had arrived, but for now, he would go ahead and get his assistant to help get her out of the coffin she had been transported in so that they could arrange for that to be sent back to California and then get her tagged and onto a gurney of their own in the fridge until they were ready to prep her for her wake, which would be sometime the next evening. The director’s assistant, a Korean man of 36, had already wheeled her out of storage and opened the coffin in the main processing area by the time he walked that way. On the metal slab next to the one Saema would soon occupy lay the bloated and aromatic corpse of Elizabeth Laseter - a 43-year-old black-haired woman who had died of a massive heart attack while on the toilet in her home and who remained undiscovered for several days. Her pale, slightly marbled hands and feet were arab tied together, likely as part of the transport procedure from the local morgue, with two toe-tags dangling from her right big-toe and another from her left, the nails of which were painted a faint dark blue. “Looks like they already embalmed her for us,” the Asian man said as he grabbed her by the feet, the director taking her under the shoulders. As Saema didn’t way too terribly much, they had no trouble lifting her from the coffin and setting her down on the slab. “Yes, makes our work easier,” was the quick reply he got. The director looked her over for a few moments, made a few notes on his clipboard, and then got out a digital camera. As per their usual policy, he snapped a few quick photographs of her corpse and then put the camera down. “Viewing’s not until tomorrow night,” he noted aloud. “So we’ll work more on her tomorrow morning.” “No problem. So should we get to work on Mrs. Laseter over there?” the assistant said, crooking his neck. “Not yet. The husband is out of the country and won’t be able to return for some time, so there’s no rush yet. But, we do need to get Mr. Simmons ready for his wake since that’s at four o’clock,” he said calmly. Mr. Kim got a rolling storage tray out from a small alcove next to the walk-in refrigeration area and wheeled it over to the slab on which Saema’s tagged corpse lay. The two men picked her up and quickly dropped her on the tray and Kim got out a plastic tarp to drape over her corpse, leaving her toe-tagged feet exposed. As the funeral director walked out to make a quick phone call, Kim replaced the toe tag the previous funeral home and put on with one from their own establishment and then he wheeled Saema’s body into the fridge and parked it next to that of a naked, heavy-set middle-aged African American male who had died of a massive stroke. 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