I’m at Holy Cross Mortuary. The mausoleum is pretty empty. When I went into the restroom, I chose the roomy stall … you know, the one on the end with the wheelchair on it? THERE WAS NO ONE AROUND. I was in there for mere seconds and I hear someone enter the bathroom. F. She had a cane. I hurried up, didn’t look her in the eye, washed up and ran out. I am a bad person.