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| Deadly Undertaking
A handsome detective, a shadow man,
and a murder victim kill Lauren’s plan for a simple life.
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Deadly Undertaking grew from the short essay I am sharing with you on this post. The novel's setting is a funeral home because I'm the daughter of an undertaker. And I have two brothers who are funeral directors. When I wrote this story for a fun blog post four years ago, I had no idea I would have a published mystery from the idea. Find out more about Deadly Undertaking after the short essay.
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| Is this essay a trick or a treat? |
Undertaker’s
Daughter
By
J Q
Rose
Right away, I must tell you I am not an
eccentric, peculiar person. I’m just a regular woman who is a wife, mother,
grandmother. I like eating a burger at McDonalds, shopping at Walmart, and
reading mystery novels. But, perhaps some would think my childhood was
different. You see, my father was an embalmer and funeral director. I was
reared in a funeral home.
It was not unusual to have a dead
body laid out in a casket several days in a row in our living room which
converted to the funeral chapel. In fact, sometimes we’d have more than one body
in our home. The embalming room was in the back of the house, and yes, I wore
lots of perfume and soap to cover the pungent odor of formaldehyde on my
clothes and hair.
We had knee caps for ashtrays in
the private area of our home…not in the public area because that may upset some
folks. But Dad was a heavy smoker, so he appreciated having the convenience of
an ashtray nearby at all times.
In our kitchen, boxes of ashes of
the departed sat in the pantry shelves next to the canned green beans and corn.
Some families squabbled over who was going to pay the funeral expenses for their
dearly departed, so they never showed up to claim the ashes for fear of being
left with the debt. In one case the
family of Ida Mayberry never claimed their sweet aunt. So Aunt Ida took up
residence in the cupboard next to the pork and beans.
Life as an undertaker’s daughter
did not seem to be any big deal. My friends, well, most of them, were happy to
come over and play hide and seek in the casket room or to swipe flowers out of
the funeral arrangements to put in our hair for dress up.
My girlfriends did get upset when
one of the spirits who regularly hung out in the funeral home flew by. The whoosh
of air was the only indicator of their presence. Yes, I lost a couple of
friends that way because they were scared to death…well, not literally. They
just were creeped out especially when one of the spirits would knock over the Barbie
doll house or send the collection of Barbies swirling around the room.
Needless to say, I enjoyed going to
my friend’s house. It was a treat to open their pantry door to get a can of
pineapple and not see the boxed ashes of poor Aunt Ida. I could never shake the
sadness I felt for her because noone cared enough to bury her ashes or at least
sprinkle them on their garden.
So, yes, some may believe it was an
unusual childhood compared to the experiences of others. But I felt loved, secure,
and safe at all times. And that’s what counts for a kid.
The growing up years certainly
shape the adult one becomes. I don’t know if this is the reason I can write a
horror story or not, but I can assure you I am a normal, well-rounded person,
not eccentric or peculiar at all. In fact I got rid of the knee cap ash trays
just last week. I do have Aunt Ida in the cupboard. Her family never claimed
her and I have grown attached to her company.
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BOO! So do you believe what you read? I must confess most of it is made up. And of course, Deadly Undertaking is fiction, but I did have my funeral director brothers help me with the story. So, it's loosely based on the real funeral business. Keyword here is loosely!
Back of the Book: Deadly Undertaking by J.Q. Rose
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Lauren Staab knew there would be dead
bodies around when she returned home. After all, her family is in the funeral
business, Staab and Blood Funeral Home. Still, finding an extra body on the
floor of the garage between the hearse and the flower car shocked her. Lauren’s
plan to return to her hometown to help care for her mother and keep the books
for the funeral home suddenly turns upside down in a struggle to prove she and
her family are not guilty of murdering the man. But
will the real killer return for her, her dad, her brother? Her
mother’s secrets, a killer, a handsome policeman, and a shadow man muddle up
her intention to have a simple life.
Welcome home, Lauren!
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| Have a Happy and Safe Halloween! from J.Q. Rose |
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