It's in the shop

My car mechanic is a 75+ year old who fished the outer banks when the catch was abundant and the crew still wore oil slickers(rubber raincoats hadn't been invented yet.) Emory is the mechanics name and he had an interesting proposition for me today. While we struggled to loosen my ailing starter Emory strongly recommended that I scrap the idea of higher education and get my embalming license. "Opening a funeral home might seem morbid at first" he said, "but once you get a few bodies out of the way, it's just another job - with slick cars and simple work - there's only so many ways you can cross the arms."