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Metamorphosis of Number 50 - Part 1
Chapter 1 - The Interview
Jeffery Smith knew death all too well. When he was growing up, his
younger sister lost her long battle with cancer. Trisha or 'Tish' as
Jeffery use to call her, was diagnosed with cancer after doctors' had
found a tumor the size of a ping pong ball inside of her brain. Tish
lived with the disease for a painful eighteen months. His sister had
given all they she could, but the pretty 11 year old with such an easy
going demeanor had lost her battle with cancer. She died on a warm,
sunny spring morning in her bedroom, surrounded by her family.
Uncle Phil, who was a mortician, took care of the arrangements for
Tish's death. A few day's later she would be put to rest at Greenlawn
Cemetery. Tish was now gone forever.
Jeffery's parents were devastated by her loss and his mother had grown
into a severity of depression that she would never escape. Tish's
death also had a profound impact on Jeffrey and he would look upon
death as an inescapable reality. A very adult lesson for a then 12
year old kid that was already struggling between his boyhood and being
a teenager.
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A few years later Jeffrey's parents were on a much needed vacation.
Jeffrey's mom was feeling some respite from her depression over Tish's
death, so the timing was right for a second honeymoon between his
parents. On the way back from their trip, Jeffrey's parents plane had
engine problems and it was soon evident that the plane would crash into
the Atlantic Ocean. Jeffrey's father had enough time to call his
brother Philip from his cell phone. He made him aware of his imminent
demise along with Jeffrey's mother. Moment's later, all 232 passengers
had perished on the commercial airliner.
Uncle Phil was given custody of Jeffrey. He was surprised at how well
Jeffrey had taken the news of his parents death. He wanted to make
certain that Jeffrey would not slip into the same kind of depression
that consumed his sister-in-law. So it was decided that Jeffrey would
work part-time with Uncle Phil at the funeral home on top of his
studies at school. Uncle Phil thought it would be best to keep his
nephew busy so that he would not dwell on the deaths of his parents or
his sister Tish.
Jeffrey was 16 when his parents died. Working in the funeral home had
a somehow cathartic for Jeffrey. Being around death became so familiar
to Jeffrey. Being exposed to those who officiated the wakes and
funerals and listening to Uncle Phil's philosophy on life and death,
Jeffrey was mentally prepared for his own death. Morose though it
sounds, the lingering thought of such things allowed Jeffrey to be
grateful for what he had and looked forward to living his life to its
fullest.
Uncle Phil worked it out so that he would at Greenlawn Cemetery as a
grave digger. Jeffrey's small, thin frame did not prohibit him from
doing such hard work. After his junior year in high school, Jeffrey
had paid his dues and Uncle Phil decided to hire him to work at the
funeral home. Uncle Phil taught his nephew his trade, and like all
good morticians, he showed Jeffrey how to pay close attention to every
detail and to assure the deceased looked their very best for family and
friends.
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Jeffrey was ecstatic that college was finally over. With his diploma
in hand, his hard work earned him a degree in mortuary science from the
esteemed Brierwood Academy. Brierwood was a college specific to
careers that were specialties related to death. One could become a
medical examiner with the suitable credentials of having already being
a medical doctor. Another career was in criminal investigation. There
was even a school for cryonic studies. Jeffrey choose the school for
its reputation in the mortuary sciences where one could be a funeral
director, embalmer, or a crematorium technician.
It was a warm sunny day on the Brierwood campus during all of the pomp
and circumstance of graduation. Uncle Phil beamed with a broad smile
as he watched his nephew receive his diploma.
Jeffrey, your parents would have been proud of you son.
Yes, I know they would.
Then his Uncle Phil tried to be less somber and decided to talk about
Jeffrey's career.
Jeffrey, you know you always have a job with me at the funeral home.
Uncle Phil, I appreciate the offer, but I want to make it on my own.
I'd like to earn my keep in this world. Maybe I'll return to the
funeral home one day, but I need to move on. College has shown me that
there is a world beyond the borders of our little sleepy village.
Uncle Phil put his arm around Jeffrey.
Just remember son, you can come home anytime, no questions asked.
Thanks Uncle Phil.
I love you Jeffrey.
I love you too Uncle Phil.
**********
In the weeks that followed, Jeffrey slowly began the process of finding
a job. With his resume completed, he scoured the internet for any job
proposals. Another month had passed there seemed to be no luck in
sight. Not one interview. Jeffrey was beginning to feel dejected and
he sighed thinking there is always a job for me at my uncle's funeral
home.
With one last ditch effort, he decided to place an ad on one of those
job listing sites. Jeffrey created a short, but sweet entry that read:
MORTUARY POSITION WANTED - Young energetic, experienced grad in
mortuary science seeking a full time job at funeral home, cemetery, or
morgue. Call - 892-3589. Only series inquiries - no jokesters
allowed.
After posting the ad, Jeffrey waited. The first day nothing. The
second day nothing. Two weeks later, still no luck. Depression began
to sink in and he knew it would deepen further if this was going to
turn into months.
Then one night, as he was falling asleep, Jeffrey's laptop began to
blink. The thought crossed his mind to answer it in the morning, but
he was having trouble falling asleep. Jeffrey rose to his feet and
walked to the desk. Once there, I grabbed the laptop and flung it back
onto the bed. He jumped back in, propped up some pillows and opened
the laptop. An email alert.
Jeffrey opened the browser and navigated to his email account. As he
clicked a bunch of buttons on the keypad, he finally arrived at the
email message. It was from a funeral home in Park Hill, Iowa. The
funeral home was aptly named, Park Hill Funeral Home. Jeffrey mapped
it out on the internet. 1,200 miles away from here, right into middle
America. That seemed far enough away to suit Jeffrey.
Truth be told, Jeffrey wanted to get away from some of the memories of
the tragedies that befell him. What with his sister Tish gone and his
parents being taken from him so abruptly he felt it was just time to
move on. Sounding somewhat desperate he opened the email message and
read it:
To whom it may concern,
I read your ad regarding your desire to seek a position with a funeral
home and practicing the art of mortuary science. We would like to
extend an interview to you for a entry-level position in our company.
We offer a good salary and great benefits package. Your appointment is
at 8:15 a.m. the day after tomorrow. Pick up your airline tickets at
your local airport. They're already paid for. When you get to Park
Hill a black town car will await your arrival.
Look forward to your arrival and interview.
Penny Rose
Office Manager
This was great news, for Jeffrey and it could not have come at a better
time. He thought about how his uncle would feel if he got the job, but
Jeffrey reminded himself that he was very frank about making it on his
own. Then a smile grew on his face as Jeffrey had a positive outlook
on this impending interview. Tomorrow, all of a sudden, was looking
up!
Chapter 2 - The Interview
The next day Jeffrey woke up bright and early. 4 o'clock in the
morning actually. Of course, he did all of the things you would expect
from a young man about to go on an interview. He showered, cleaned his
dress shoes, and wore the blue suit with a matching tie. He was
nervous just enough to keep him on his toes, but not too much to make
him act oddly or think irrationally.
He made sure he had a few prints of his resume and references inside
one of the pockets of his lap top bag then placed it in his suitcase.
Jeffrey had a light breakfast, grabbed his suitcase and his Uncle Phil
drove him to the airport.
You're going to be okay.
Yea sure Uncle Phil.
Remember, what happened to your Mom and Dad was a fluke. You should be
safe.
I know Uncle Phil. It's okay. I'll be fine.
Such a grown man you are! You've done very well son. I love you.
Love you too. And Uncle Phil. Jeffrey pauses for a moment. Thanks.
Uncle Phil and Jeffrey hug each other. Unknowingly, this is the last
time that they will see each other.
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The plane ride was uneventful. When he emerged from the Park Hill
Airport terminal Jeffrey felt a breeze in the air and noted that it was
a little cool for a mid-summer. Then again, he was in a different part
of the country. He was in Iowa now.
A black town car signaled to Jeffrey and took him straight from the
airport to funeral home. He would have to check into his hotel later.
Once in the town car, Jeffrey realized that the funeral home he was
going to was not in town. After about 35 minutes, the car turned on to
Park Hill Drive and stopped at a gate. He could see a small
unobtrusive sign on one of the gate leaves that said, Park Hill Funeral
Home.
Flanking the gate were two large brick pillars. Beyond the pillars on
either side was a continuous brick wall. It must have 12' to 15' high.
Very impressive as it seemed like it would keep unwanted criminals and
vandals from entering, but it dawned on Jeffrey that it could easily
keep anyone from escaping. That was a strange thought. Why would
anyone be kept in from escaping. He figured he had been reading too
many novels and that may have put that last thought in his head.
Some of areas of the brick wall were covered in ivy, which gave it a
regal feeling. The wall went on forever. He watched as the driver
spoke into an intercom. To Jeffrey, the gates mysteriously began to
open. After being fully extended, the town car rolled forward and
ascended up the driveway. Flanked by an al-lee of mature oak trees,
Jeffrey could only saw the stone cobble driveway. With a smile, he
somehow felt a little like Dorothy walking on the yellow brick road.
After about ten minutes, he began to realized the size of the property.
This is quite a large property, even for a funeral home, he thought to
himself. Ten more minutes passed and the town car finally reached an
opening in the the trees.
In front of Jeffrey lied a huge mansion. This must be in the estate
section of this town. This funeral home was so far beyond the funeral
home that his Uncle Phil owned. He stopped to admire the structure.
The building was dripping with architectural features on its grand
facade. Mansard roofs, columns of various types, thick and rich
adornment around each window and door. It was also tall and massive.
Four stories and two large wings at each end. It was incredible.
Jeffrey thought it was bigger and more grandiose than even the White
House.
The town car slowly passed beautiful fountain until he got closer to
the house. Finally, it came to a full stop under the porte-cochere. He
imagine town cars and limousines dropping off or picking up people to
take them to the church or to the cemetery.
The driver got out of the car and open the passenger door to let
Jeffrey out. He grabbed his bag and made his way to the front door.
The door was no different than the front gate. It too was out of scale
with the height of any normal person. Like the gate, it was adorned
with complicated detailing. The oval windows on each door were in a
custom design and it looked to be made out of crystal.
After about a minute, and shaking out some of the butterflies from his
stomach, Jeffrey knocked on the door. A very tall man in a black top-
hat and coat, opened one of the very large doors connecting the porte-
cochere to the house. Jeffrey entered.
In a bass-baritone voice the man spoke. Please state your business.
I have an interview with Miss Rose at 8:15.
This way.
He gestured Jeffrey to walk through the front entry. Then the man
closed the front door. The tumbler moved and the door was now locked.
Jeffrey stood still and waited for what he now assumed was a butler.
This man, who did not say much must of been 6'-9" or 10" Jeffrey
thought to himself. Jeffrey was only 5'-7" so this butler towered over
him.
They were now in a living room or a receiving room as Jeffrey guessed.
Jeffrey was asked to take a seat.
May I take your bag, sir?
Uh, yes, uh sure. Wait a minute. Let me grab my laptop bag and then
you can hold on to my suitcase. Jeffrey, suddenly realized how odd it
would be for him to drag his suitcase around a funeral home as big as
this one.
The butler took Jeffrey's suitcase and left the room.
This is certainly the Mac Daddy of funeral homes. Jeffrey thought to
himself. He thought this must be the place where billionaires come
after they die. The place was so well appointed. He looked around the
room and could see some areas in the trim-work that were surely gilded
in gold! Again, this was so much more than what he had been used to or
even had in his mind's eye as he thought about what this funeral home
back at the hotel.
The butler in the black top-hat returned about ten minutes later. He
showed up with a lavishly styled beautiful woman under his arm. As she
approached Jeffrey stood up and was nervous again. The woman was tall,
beautiful, and very blonde.
With a strange accent, she answered. I am Elsa. You muzt be Mr. Smith
I would prezume?
Yes, I am here to... She cut me off.
Yez, I know why you are 'ear dahling.
Elsa placed her right arm into Jeffrey's left arm and led him out of
the receiving room. The two strolled down the main corridor and
proceeded to go up the main staircase. Jeffrey looked down at the
white marble steps and counted each one in his head and then he and
Elsa ascended to the second floor. She guided him down another hall,
which was adorned with expensive artwork and beautiful chandeliers.
The money invested in this place, such as this, boggled Jeffrey's mind.
At the end of the hall was a cream colored door. They led him into an
office with a small waiting area. There was an assistant behind a work
station typing on her computer. She was young, with black hair and
glasses and like the woman at the hotel she too was very attractive.
Patty!! Mr. Jeffery Smith is here for his interview with Ms. Rose.
The young lady, quickly jumped up and went through a large ornate
wooden door. Moments later she came out again. Miss Rose will see you
now. The clock read 8:14 a.m. Elsa escorted me into the fantastically
huge office. Behind an oversized oak desk was a woman in her 40's
and seemed flawless in every shape and form. She looked like a younger
Raquel Welch. Long hair that was styled perfectly, and make-up on her
face that only accentuated the lovely curves on her face.
Have a seat Mr. Smith as she gestured towards one of two winged-back
chairs in front of her desk.
That will be all Elsa.
Zank you Ms. Penny. Mr. Smith, I hope we will zee each other again.
As Elsa departs from the room, she closes the door slowly behind her.
Mr. Smith. Welcome to Park Hill Funeral Home.
She extends her right arm and Jeffrey gently shakes her hand. He
studies her alabaster skin for a moment then looks up into her
beautiful emerald eyes.
Good morning Ms. Rose.
Oh, please call me Ms. Penny, its a preference of mine. She looks at a
grandfather clock in the room. 8:15 a.m. My you are punctual. That's
good. I need someone who can make it to work on time. This striking
woman pauses for a second and a broad smile comes across her face. Did
you bring your resume?
Of course, of course. Jeffrey took a copy of his resume and handed it
to her.
Impressive, very impressive indeed. Your credentials look good. For
such a young man you have been doing this sort of work for some time.
Tell me about yourself and your experience thus far as a mortician's
apprentice.
Jeffrey goes into great detail about schooling, his years with Uncle
Phil, and his part-time work at the cemetery back home.
My, my your Uncle Philip sounds like an interesting man. So Jeffrey, I
don't see a need to have you come back for a second interview. Could
you start today?
Jeffrey look a little startled that a job offer was being given to him
right there on the spot.
Ms. Penny continued. Actually, could you start now, at this very
minute?
Jeffrey was a little tongue-tied, but managed to speak. I suppose so.
Fantastic! Then it is settled. You will be on my employ from this day
going forward. We'll work out the details later.
At that point, Ms. Penny spoke into an intercom. Elsa, could you be so
kind as to give Jeffrey a tour of the house and the gardens as well?
From the intercom: Of courze my lady.
Moments later Elsa returns with an odd smile on her face; as if she is
all too happy to receive Jeffrey again. She quickly slides her arm
around his and they embark on a very special tour.
Meanwhile....outside at the gate we see that the butler has taken down
the sign that says "Park Hill Funeral Home." Is it possible that
Jeffrey has gone to a place that inherently does not exist? A place
where he cannot be found.
To be continued....
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