The funeral director, Undertaker, was… Unparalleled. Strange mannerisms which often put others at unease with his morbidity and absurdity which he complimented with a cheshire grin.

For better or for worse, he was “yours:” seemingly conjoined to you at the hip, eager to talk and leaving touches on your body — pleading for your attention.

It was almost cognate to handling a child.

But, he seemed to bear no shame. Unabashed in his displays of blatant adoration and affection.