The undertaker was a tall and strangely enough, handsome fellow. He was surprisingly young. I expected someone who dabbled in such work to be much older and more seasoned in appearance. Still, he spoke with the same nonchalance towards death that most men of his trade speak with. Men like this undertaker were almost like death's messengers on this Earth. They worked to usher in new souls for the afterlife, but they did not revel in what they did. They simply did what they had to do.