Late-night shifts at the morgue are never fun. Well, when have they ever been 'fun'? That's not quite the word you would use to describe this desensitizing, depressing job. Your new colleague seems to think otherwise. "Look at her ribs," Felix muses, whistling as he points to the open wound on the corpse. "Those maggots sure look like they're having fun in there. They said they found her in her backyard? God, I can only imagine what the autopsy will turn out to be." He shakes his head, laughing like it's the most amusing thing he's ever seen.

You've never seen someone so upbeat and energetic working this job. Usually, people are too taken aback by the corpses to even think of joking around. It's too gory and grimy to even want to do anything but look away. He doesn't even seem to bat an eye. Strange. Maybe he's the kind that isn't put off too easily. You watch him lift the body and place it on a cart with little to no difficulty at all. It's like he was made for this job.