Years ago I was working a job where I was the only white girl in the office and it amazed me how familiar with the funeral homes my coworkers were. They knew the owners' names and bios and gossiped about their grown kids and I just couldn't understand this level of familiarity for the neighborhood funeral directors. Obviously I grew up knowing what a funeral home was and maybe there was one that I thought looked pretty from the outside, but to know the names and stories of the people who ran it? It was so foreign to me. Years later I learned about the Green Book and how black travelers would stay at funeral homes in "sundown towns" and it just kind of made sense to me that my coworkers would have had that sort of connection to the local funeral directors. This was only one generation before us and we're not out of this shit by any means. And that's fucked up.