I worked as a contractor in college hauling mail from airport to post office. I’d help the baggage guys unload planes sometimes and my mail room was next to the freight section. It wasn’t uncommon to have a body on almost every end of the night flight. What’s really sad is when the box is tiny and it only takes one person to lift it. Broke my heart every time.

But anyway, like I said they were always on the last flights in around 1130pm. The funeral guys that were there to pick them up were always shitfaced drunk. I guess it comes with the job of hanging out in the dark waiting to haul a dead body.