The new gig is in a building next door to a funeral home. The parking lot behind the building is actually owned by the home, and my office faces the back at ground level.
I've seen a number of funerals leave, but this morning I saw a guy in a minivan pull up to the back door and unload a body, wrapped in a blanket on a gurney.
I'm not sure how that impacts me exactly, although I've only been to two funerals my entire life (great grandmother and a friend's father). I guess it reminds me that I can't really know when it's my turn, so I better make the most of today.